Hold-up burglaries and banditry have become almost daily occurrences in Melbourne. Meantime, a police authority offers a reassuring remark that if the criminals are given enough rope they will inevitably hang themselves in the end.
There’s a bandit with a blunderbuss who loiters in the lane; There’s a robber with a rifle down the road; There are thieves and thugs in dozens, And their cobbers and their cousins, Who’ve designs upon my person and abode. There are gunmen in the garden, who, if given rope enough, Will snare themselves, they say, beyond all hope. Just a bit more theft and killing, And they’ll make the game too willing; And in the meantime – who supplies the rope?
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