There’s another cork flown, and the spirit escaped;
Heigh ho!” (here he gaped),
Then, scratching his head,
He sat up in bed,
For that bell goes on ringing more loud than before,
And he knows ’tis the bell of the great hall door.
Footman tall,
Footboy small,
Housekeeper, butler, coachman, and all,
In a singular state of extreme dishabille,