Dare to stand alo—o—o—one,
Dare to have a purpose true—ue—ue,
Dare to make it know—ow—ow—own."
Becoming tired of that subject and not knowing the next verse, he abruptly changed his tune—
"I'm longing for the dear ole home agai—ai—ai—ain,
That cottage in the little winding la—a—a—ne,
I can see the roses climbing, I can hear the sweet bells chiming,
And I'm longing for the dear ole home agai—ai-ai—ain."
Inhabitants of the street along which William was passing hastily shut their front windows or fled from their front rooms or uttered loud objurgations of William according to their characters. William passed along, singing and unmoved. A parrot, who had refused all invitations to converse since its purchase, suddenly raised its voice with William's in piercing screams. The quiet street had become a nightmare uproar of inharmonious sound. A man threw a boot at William from an upstairs window. It hit a hen in a neighbour's garden. The hen added its voice to William's and the parrot's. William passed along, singing and unmoved—
"I've a girl in Navara,