More easily of course than in a hall

Where folks are come together for the dancing.

I screwed my eyes up tight, for I’m no hero

Such as my father was. He found an arrow

Standing at post—he was a clock like us,

Me and my brother, every one a-clocking—

Even then he called the hour and died. What say ye?

That was a man! A trifle over-kind

That trick of Fate to drive at him the arrow!

Jehu.