That fighting fellow, Alexander,
Set out one morning, full of ire,
To take and burn the town of Tyre;
A patriotic stout old woman
Looked out, and saw the chaps a coming;
When on a sudden she bethought her
To heat a kettle full of water;
And as they went to climb the ladder,
(Sure never vixen could be madder,
But so the historian of the fray says)