Or p’r’aps he’d homeward start and sing.
Then turning round to go, I said,
“It’s after hours, I’ll home to bed,
I will not wait the outward rush!”
Just then the Bobby heard the din,
And after knocking, entered in,
Law passed into the House of Sin.
Then suddenly the cornet stopped,
The thrumming harp’s drear music dropped,
The house it seemed its sails to furl.