Run naked in an autumn night,
And laugh, as I laughed then, to find
A running rabble drop behind,
And whang, on every door you pass,
Two copper nozzles, tipped with brass,
And doubly whang at every turning,
And yell, 'All hell's let loose, and burning.'
I beat my brass and shouted fire
At doors of parson, lawyer, squire,
At all three doors I threshed and slammed