Swinging his huge bell to and fro,
Chaunting the while, “dust ho! dust ho!”
In sooth, it is a pleasant cry,
That hoarse and deep-toned harmony;
It speaks of health and strength, and, oh!
What dearer blessings here below?
Marry! he hath a sooty brow;
But there are brains within, I trow;
The blackness, that o’ershadows it,
Doth hide a mine of rude old wit,