Have landed in our coast,

Send for Lord F——berg,” quoth he,

“Or we shall all be lost.

“Our bullocks they have ta’en away,

Our cows and sheep besides.”

“O woe betide them,” says our mayor,

“They’ll raise the price of HIDES.”

“Fear not, fear not,” says F——berg,

Who now before him stood,

“To guard you I will spend my last,