The Waggawock, sans truth or shame,

Came lumbering to the witness box,

And perjured out his Claim.

"Untrue! untrue!" Then, through and through

The weary weeks he worked the rack;

But March had youth, ere with the Truth

He dealt the final whack.

"And hast thou slain the Waggawock

Come to my arms, my Beamish Boy!

O Coleridge, J.! Hoorah! hooray!"