Her man through the key-hole kept shouting within,

“Well done, my brave Betty, now hit him agin,

Now a rap on the ribs, now a knock on the snout,

Now poke with the poker, and poke his eyes out.”

So, with rapping and poking, poor Betty alone,

At last laid Sir Bruin as dead as a stone.

Now when the old man saw the bear was no more,

He ventured to poke his nose out of the door,

And there was the grizzly stretched on the floor.

Then off to the neighbors he hastened to tell