Even Satan glowered as though in pain,
And puffed and blew with might and main,
Till with one caper and another,
No longer Weg his words could smother,
But roars out “Well danced, Cutty Sark!”
When in a moment all was dark;
And scarce his mare and he had rallied
When out the yelling legion sallied.
As bees buzz round a sugar-tub,
Or workmen round an opening “pub,”