When this the Castle came to know,
Their half-moon-cannons ’gan to play:
Like mad-men then they ran away;
But such a furich was never there,
As they tumbled headlong down the stair:
All in a haste got out together,
And riding one above another;
Each striving foremost for to get,
Their naked hips and noses met.
They centries kept at the West-port,