Their pails with Hippocrene to fill.
(Sing, oh, JACK! sing, ah, GILL!)
Adown that Western Hill, alack!
(Sing, ah, GILL! sing, oh, JACK!)
Or e'er they gained the Muses' well,
JACK kicked his bucket frail and, fell.
And GILL was brought upon her back.
(Sing, ah, GILL! sing, oh, JACK!)
TO A SCENTY PEDE.
How doth yonder miniature featness,