For miles and for miles his voice was heard,
Like the thunder’s roar and rumble;
The stones would rock and the timbers shake,
The glass in the windows all would break,
The chairs and tables tumble;
The kettles and pans would play and prance,
About the shelves would the dishes dance,
The clock would stop and the doors swing wide,
The cats would scamper, the dogs would hide,
The pigs would squeal and grumble;