And howl destruction to the Kemble line.
Peering high, and near the roof,
Pale Confusion showed her face;
In accents wild, and sharp reproof,
Thus addressed her fallen race:—
Mark the hour, and mark the night,
When Thames shall echo with delight;
And to your ears the dreadful verdict bring:
When Henry’s antique towers shall ring
With shouts that strike Thames Ditton with affright.