Sir William he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a-snoring,
Nor dreamed of harm as he lay warm,
In bed with Mrs. Loring.
Now in a fright he starts upright,
Awaked by such a clatter;
He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,
“For God’s sake, what’s the matter?”
At his bedside he then espied,
Sir Erskine at command, sir,