“We are all of us proud of old Taurus to-day.”
And ho! ho! ho! Things seem to show
That England’s not like to the dogs to go!
Dame Ursa she sits in her cold, bare room,
A Christian dame is she,
From thence oft at curfew she steals in the gloom,
On errands of charity.
Now there’s half a turkey that’s not gone as yet,
Which folks say that Ursa would much like to get,
And Dame Ursa she says she is hungry and cold;