“Now, pitch thy tale, thou missionere,
Or no more wine thou’lt see.”
He answered, with a boozy leer,
“Old crusted might it be!
“I’ve come from far-off seas and lands,
That own a pagan rule;
And I have blood upon these hands—
’Tis of an infant school.
“And this was how it came to be;
I went out to convert