The band set up a frighten’d cry,
And (Jones in front) began to fly,
E’en Brown, averse to saying die,
Scorn’d not to cut and run.
Yet, like himself in practice
(“Teeth drawn for half-a-crown,”
Stands graven on his bus’ness card),
The furious Johnson struggled hard
To wrench the knocker down.
And with Herculean prowess,