While Walter, that king o' men,
Just with his single pen,
Like a giant, well grogged, marches on in his glory!
Come from your tales full of murders amazing,
Come from romaunts gone to bed long ago;
Come from the scribblers whom pye-men are praising,
Come to Redgauntlet and brave Ivanhoe!
Scott's fame is sounding,
Readers abounding,
May laurels long circle his locks thin and hoary!