And I shuddered—so would you
At their grin.
As I sate a-drynkynge, they took and ran him in.
As I sate a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge, a-drynkynge,
The Birde was gettynge hoarse, and could hardly force a squeak;
My blood was turned to curds
When a beak, but not the Birde’s,
Pronounced these solemn wordes,
“For your freak,
I deeply grieve to saye