Chorus.Ho, ho, hinkutty hong.
Melfort.Nothing can let me—not for long.
Now I’m free—we’ll go along.
See the pollards growing there
Like a row of dancing dwarfs;
How they listen, how they peer,
Look and listen, laugh and leer,
Black against the shrunken moon,
That will now be sinking soon,
Sinking in the sucking mud,