A lane that was long and narrow;

And there in the path a rustic lay,

Beside his plough and harrow.

A ruffian and a gruffian he,

A horrid rustic for to see:

And all in the way he sprawling lay,

And never a foot budged he.

“I pray you, worthy friend, to rise!”

The gentleman mildly said;

But the ruffian glared with his ugly eyes,