And Ulenspiegel sang:
“Leyden is delivered: the bloody duke leaves the Low Countries:
Ring out, ye bells reëchoing: Chimes, fling your songs into the air: Clink, ye glasses and bottles, clink.
“When the mastiff slinks away from blows,
His tail between his legs,
With bloodshot eye
He turns upon the cudgels.
“And his torn jaw
Shivers and pants
He has gone, the bloody duke;