For he came bump on his haunches again,
With his Morley, Parnell, gammon and spinach,
(Heigho! says miserable Morley).
The more he jumped the fiercer he grew
(Heigho! says Morley)
And he growled all the naughtiest growls he knew,
With his Morley, Parnell, gammon and spinach,
(Heigho! says miserable Morley).
“The grapes are sour, and not fit to eat.”
(Just so, says Morley);