Over the way!
Thrice I have rowed her in a fairy shallop,
Thrice raced to Gretna in a neat “poshay,”
And showered crowns to make the horses gallop
Over the way!
And thrice I’ve started up from dreams appalling
Of killing rivals in a bloody fray—
There is a young man very fond of calling
Over the way!
Oh! happy man—above all kings in glory,