But to see now how strangely things sometimes turn out, And that in a manner the least expected! Who could surmise a man ever could rise Who'd been thus carbonado'd, cut up, and dissected?
No doubt 'twould surprise the pupils at Guy's; I am no unbeliever—no man can say that o' me— But St. Thomas himself would scarce trust his own eyes If he saw such a thing in his School of Anatomy.
You may deal as you please with Hindoos and Chinese, Or a Mussulman making his heathen salaam, or A Jew or a Turk, but it's other guess work When a man has to do with a Pilgrim or Palmer.
By chance the Prince Bishop, a Royal Divine, Sends his cards round the neighbourhood next day, and urges his Wish to receive a snug party to dine, Of the resident clergy, the gentry, and burgesses.
At a quarter past five they are all alive, At the palace, for coaches are fast rolling in; And to every guest his card had express'd "Half-past" as the hour for "a greasy chin."
Some thirty are seated, and handsomely treated With the choicest Rhine wines in his Highness's stock; When a Count of the Empire, who felt himself heated, Requested some water to mix with his Hock.
The Butler, who saw it, sent a maid out to draw it, But scarce had she given the windlass a twirl, Ere Gengulphus's head, from the well's bottom, said In mild accents, "Do help us out, that's good girl!"
Only fancy her dread when she saw a great head In her bucket;—with fright she was ready to drop:— Conceive, if you can, how she roar'd and she ran, With the head rolling after her, bawling out "Stop!"
She ran and she roar'd, till she came to the board Where the Prince Bishop sat with his party around, When Gengulphus's poll, which continued to roll At her heels, on the table bounced up with a bound.