King.—
Don’t he know
Our wicked, treacherous, and hated foe?
This Ebenezer Riley, fierce and bad,
Who roams about our country raving mad,
Who’s cutting all our water pipes, and gas,
And breaking all our French plate window glass:
Upsetting all our hay-stacks—throwing stones,
Destroying the wires of our telephones.
We tell you we won’t stand it any more;