Bayswater.

The Bays came down to water—

Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!

And there they found the Brindled Mules—

Bray! Bray! Bray!

"How dare you muddy the Bays' water

That was as clear as glass?

How dare you drink of the Bays' water,

You children of an Ass?"

"Why shouldn't we muddy your water?

Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!

Why shouldn't we drink of your water,

Pray, pray, pray?

If our Sire was a Coster's Donkey

Our Dam was a Golden Bay,

And the Mules shall drink of the Bays' water

Every other day!"