“As when a mountain cat springs upon a rabbit small,
So Jenny on the Dean springs, with gush of holy gall;
Wilt thou say the mass at my lug thou Popish puling fool?
No! no! she said, and at his head she flung the four-legged stool.
With a row-dow—at them now!—Jenny fling the stool!
“A bump, a thump! a smash, a crash! now gentle folks beware!
Stool after stool, like rattling hail, came tirling through the air,
With, Well done, Jenny! bravo, Jenny! that’s the proper tool!
When the Diel will out, and show his snout, just meet him with a stool.
With a row-dow—at them now!—there’s nothing like a stool!