The tanner thought to stab him dead—
“Somebody pricked me?” the giant said.

The mother wept—“I do not care,”
Said F.—“Why should I be wanting a fair?”

He snatched up Marjorie, stroked his boot,
And fled; with Banbury in pursuit!

“What ho, my boots! put forth your power!
Carry me sixty miles an hour!”

In ditches and dykes, over stocks and stones,
The Banbury people fell, with groans.

Frodgedobbulum passed over river and tree,
Gallopy-gallop, with Marjorie;—

The people beneath her Marjorie sees
Of the size of mites in an Oxford cheese!

V

Castle Frodgedobbulum sulked between
Two bleak hills, in a deep ravine.

It was always dark there, and always drear,
The same time of day and the same time of year,