And stood up and looked through the window, and then
His eyes oped as though he’d ne’er close them again;
His mouth opened too, and his lips rounded, so,
And left on his face just the round letter O.
Then he winked to the beadle, and winked to the squire,
And their eyes sought the window, and turned from the choir.
The horizon was broken—there were sails in the air;
And the cross of St. George on the breeze floated fair.
Then arose from the quay a tumultuous shout,
And the heads of the singers went bobbing about,