Crying—Fly, fly, fly!
We are paying very high,
We’ll get our money’s value, or we’ll know the reason why.
Oh, those cruel, clanging bells—
Front-door bells—
Oh, what cozy dreams of comfort their sounding forth dispels!
How their clanging and their banging
Keeps one trotting to and fro,
Till you seem a sort of nightmare,
Kept forever on the go