Into which they were trepanned

Long time ago in a mighty band

Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,

But how or why, they don't understand.

XV

So, Willy, let me and you be wipers

Of scores out with all men—especially pipers!

And, whether they pipe us free fróm rats or fróm mice,

If we 've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!

THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS