He first fell on a thatched house,
Next on a midden, with a souse:
His clothes and hair were really sing’d,
Sat on the midden, curs’d and whing’d,
So stupid drove, knew not the cause
But own’d his mercy in such fa’s.
But others were in pieces torn,
And from the church a long way born;
One safe before the pulpit lay,
When all above was blown away: