Were left bereft of sense—
What else could be premised of blades
That never learned to fence?
But Roundings, Tom and Bob, no gate,
Nor hedge, nor ditch, could stay;
O'er all they went, and did the work
Of leap years in a day.
And by their side see Huggins ride,
As fast as he could speed;
For, like Mazeppa, he was quite