They bare a book, but little thought they soon would feel a stool.
Chorus: With a row dow, yes I trow,
They'll feel a three-legged stool.
The Dean, he to the Altar went, and with a solemn look,
He cast his eyes to heaven and read the curious printed book;
In Jenny's heart the blood upwelled, with bitter anguish full,
Sudden she started to her legs, and stoutly grasped the stool.
Chorus: With a row dow, at them now—
Firmly grasp the stool!
As when a mountain wildcat springs on a rabbit small,