Sir Tilbury saw that he could not escape;

So he put on his coat, with a three-doubled cape,

And then by the hand gently caught her;

And lifting her up to his high one-horse "shay,"

She settled her "things," and the pair drove away,

And skirted the edge of the water,—

The water,—

And skirted the edge of the water.

Sir Til was quite right; on the top of his crown,

Like small shot in volleys, the rain pepper'd down,—