Then our careful watch we keep,
While the wolf, in nightly prowl,
Bays the moon with hideous howl;
Closed are bars, a vain resistance;
Shrieks are raised, but no assistance;
Silence! or you’ll meet your fate;
Your keys, jewels, money, plate.
Locks, bolts, and bars soon fly asunder,
Then to rifle, rob, and plunder.
77. Ad-here.—In-here.—Co-here.