And he never stopped shoutin’ thro’ his moustache,
Higher!
He saw thro’ the windows as he kept gettin’ upper
A number of families sittin’ at supper,
But he eyed the slippery rocks very keen,
And fled as he cried, and cried while a fleein’—
Higher!
“Take care, you there!” said an old woman; “stop!
It’s blowin’ gales up there on top—
You’ll tumble off on t’other side!”