They might have topped the roof with solid gold.
Hai, Hai!”
The landlady and landlord, quarrelling,
Stop as they hear the tramp begin to sing.
“Get up, get up and fetch me supper soon.”
“Nay, there’s no bite nor sup for such a tune.
“Lie down, lie down, such legs can’t bear you far—
Head to the door, feet where the tables are!”
Then, ere he sleeps, he hears the landlord shout:
“Oxen must drink—get up and take them out!”