Mellon hath mounted on his stool,
The desk he tappeth thrice—
Four Roberts now the Swell must pay,
Or wait for the half-price.
“We pulled—at least the rowers did—
Bang through the Bridges three,
And Lambeth Reach, and Chelsea Reach,
We pass’d full merrily.
“And then the hour of lunch was come,
Our appetites wax’d strong,