Nor changed till he came to "King William."
Och, my dear, thin his colour turned
white.
When he came to the nubbling chit,
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty;
The rumbler jogged off with his feet,
And he died with his face to the city.
He kicked, too, but that was all pride,
For soon you might see 'twas all over;
And as soon as the noose was untied,