Heav’ns! however all astonish’d, from the parson to the barber,
To find that Stephen K—— was the monster in the harbour.
Strait crocodilish fears gave place to manly gen’rous strife, Sir,
Most willingly each lent a hand to save poor Stephen’s life, Sir;
They drag’d him gasping to the shore, impatient for his history,
For how he came in that sad plight, to them was quite a mystery.
Tears glisten’d, Sir, in every eye, from the parson to the barber,
When, swoln to thrice his natural size, they drag’d him from the harbour.
Now having roll’d and rubb’d him well an hour upon the beach, Sir,
He got upon his legs again, and made a serious speech, Sir;