Eight o'clock
The things are much like Jemmy Catnach 's stuff , so far as rhyme and rhythm are concerned , but they are interesting on account of the sly exultation that runs through them . In one poem the lawless bard gives an account of a day 's life in gaol , and his coarse phrases make you almost feel the cold and hunger . Here are some scraps from this descriptive work : -- `` Till seven we walk around the yard , There is a man all to you guard . If you put your hand out so , Untoe the guv ` nor you must go ; Eight o'clock is our breakfast hour , Those wittles they do soon devour ; Oh ! dear me , how they eat and stuff , Lave off with less than half enough . Nine o'clock you mount the mill , That you may n't cramp from settin ' still . If that be ever so against your will , You must mount on the traädin ' mill .