And dipt it o’er in gall,
And by Master Vice-Chamberlain
He sent to him this scrawl:
“Take hence yourself, and eke your spouse,
Your maidens, and your men,
Your trunks, and all your trumpery,
Except your children.”
Then up the street they took their way,
And knocked up good Lord Grantham,
Higledy-pigledy they lay,