Now all seems smooth sailing! Hillo! What was that?
A squeak? Nay, it sounds like a chorus of squeaks!
Don't shy, my dear Dobbin—you'll shake off my hat.
The lane here grows narrow. Who's there? No one speaks.
But that raucous "hrumph! hrumph!" that cacophonous yell!
'Tis Pig-noise, and Irish—I know it so well.
It is right in the road, it is plump in the gap.
Steady, Dobbin! Don't halt for this hullaballoo—
Gee up! and go steady, now there's a good chap.
What, the same plaguy Pig! Nay, by Jove, there are two!