Frightened the clouds as they sail’d thro’ the sky,
And the consequence was, that they shook with wonder,
And jostling each other created the thunder;
The Baron awoke, and he holloed aloud,
As one who had seen ‘my ladie’s shroud’:
“Bard Bracey, Bard Bracey,
Come here, or I’ll lace ye,
And tell me directly, or deeply you’ll rue,
The cause of this terrible hulloboloo!”
The bard came forth in his night-cap he,