And winged with prayers afar,
To feel the piercing thunder-shock,
Gored by the horns of War.
4.
Cried Hale, "Who buys? who buys? who buys?
Hearts! Boys! My lads! Hooraw!
Thrippence a junk, Britannia rule—
Don't any of you chaw?"
And all the while his wily eye
Was taking curious notes