Halloo! halloo! we’ve far to go,
Then hey for the devil; jee-up! jee-hoe——”
O’Warren requested a little delay,
But the evil one muttered “too late, by my fay;”
So he put on his breeches and scampered away.
And here mote I tell how they rode on the wind,
The witch before and the Warren behind;
How they passed in a twinkling the haunts of man,
And the proud pagodas of Kubla Khan;
How they peeped at the planets like Allan-a-roon,