He holds him with his glittering eye,
The Supper Guest stood still,
He listened like a three-years child,
The Blue-coat hath his will.
The Supper Guest sat on a stone,
He cannot choose but hear,
And thus, forsooth, that seedy youth
Spake, whispering in his ear:—
“The Hall was packed, it is a fact,
Merrily did we eat,