“Oh!” said I, “pray pardon my intrusion.”
“’Old ’ard!” quoth he in mighty voice, “that’s a good word. I’m a poet myself. Wot d’ye think o’ this?
“Full fathom five my father lies
In Xanadu with Kubla Khan.
With a heigh and a ho and a hey nonny-no!
Night and day on me he cries
‘Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine!’
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
So was it when my life began
So is it now that I’m a man