XI.
His head with a sharp-edged sabre
They severed from his shoulders,
And stuck it on high,
Where it caught the eye,
To the wonder of all beholders.
XII.
This sure is a doleful story
As e’er you heard or read of;—
If at Tunis you prate
XI.
His head with a sharp-edged sabre
They severed from his shoulders,
And stuck it on high,
Where it caught the eye,
To the wonder of all beholders.
XII.
This sure is a doleful story
As e’er you heard or read of;—
If at Tunis you prate