His brain he cudgeled. Not a word remained within his head,

And he spoke at random, and this is what he said:

“My beautiful, my beautiful, who standest proudly by.

It was the schooner Hesperus—the breaking waves dashed high!

Why is the Forum crowded? What means this stir in Rome?

Under the spreading chestnut tree there is no place like home!

When Freedom from her mountain height cried, Twinkle, little star;

Shoot if you must this old gray head, King Henry of Navarre!

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue castled crag of Drachenfels;

My name is Norval, on the Grampian Hills, ring out, wild bells!