And now as he sat
Peering under his hat,
He looked much like a terrier watching a rat.
Hark! he hears a muffled sound;
He slips from the saddle, his ear’s to the ground.
Louder and clearer,
Nearer and nearer,
’Tis a horse’s tramp on the soft green sward!
He is mounted again: “Now, good my Lord,
Now, master Mayor, mark well, if you can,