Cover’d with dust;
Which had, for many years, afforded
An iron dinner to that ostrich, Rust.
Though this was all too little,—in a minute,
The Duke of Limbs ramm’d the fat Friar in it;
So a good Housewife takes a narrow skin,
To make black puddings, and stuffs hog’s meat in.
The Knight, who saw this ceremony pass,
Inquire’d the meaning; when the Duke did say,—
“I’ll tie him on ould Dumpling, that’s at grass,