"Well really, your rev'rence, I can't say it aint,
For 'tis an account of a very great saint,
Who all kinds of evil with boldness defied,
And ever was victor when battle he tried."
Oh how heartily now the poor friar did wish
He would go, for his foot was nigh crushing his fish;
But suppose he had seen them, I have little doubt
He'd have said that, unaided, the stream they crept out,
For he ne'er could be trapped for the want of excuse;
Yet was still his companion most anxious to lose,