That rang through the chill and gloom;
And he asked me, "Highty-tighty,"
"What the deuce do you do in my room?"
And never of warning mildly
A word had the stranger said,
Ere he took up a bootjack wildly,
And hurled it at my head;
And down with a noise and clatter
It fell o'er the winding stair,
And some one cried, "What's the matter?"