And the gates are open’d wide.
“Come back, come back, Fitz-Wiggins,”
Loud cried they from the gate
“Back Noddy, Merrypebbles,
Back, or you’ll be too late!”
But the police are on them,
And their truncheons fierce they ply;
Now the fates save brave Fitz-Wiggins—
What a terrible black eye!—
Though Merrypebbles’ head be