And would quickly be sending his bill, oh!
Very likely he thought (now his credit was gone),
"Oh! I wish with cold cash I had paid him;
But nothing he'll get: I'll be off to Boulogne,"
And he went, out of Britain to shade him.
Just after his heavy sleep, each tone,
As the clock struck the hour, was mocking,
And he fancied that many a ravenous dun
At the oak was sullenly knocking.
He cautiously put out his head, and looked down