That down he came all his long length.
Tom Brown, from behind the long table,
Impatient to join in the fight,
Made a spring, some rude foe to disable,
For he was a man of some might:
Misfortune, alas! was attending,
An accident fill’d him with fear;
An old rusty nail his flesh rending,
Oblig’d him to slink in the rear.
When sober, a mild man was Marley,