From street to street he piped advancing

And step for step they followed dancing, 120

Until they came to the river Weser,

Wherein all plunged and perished

—Save one, who, stout as Julius Cæsar,

Swam across and lived to carry

(As he the manuscript he cherished) 125

To Rat-land home his commentary,

Which was, ‘At the first shrill notes of the pipe,

I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,