Only small shot would do much more slaughter,—

Till the gay Lady Tott, who was getting quite wet,

Said, "My dear Sir T. T.," in a kind of half pet,

"Turn back, for I'm drench'd with rain-water,—

Rain-water,—

Turn back, for I'm drench'd with rain-water."

"Oh, dear Lady T," said Til, winking his eye,

"You everything know so much better than I;"

(For, when angry, with kindness he fought her.)

"You may fancy this rain, as I did before,