Crash! down come the coffee and cups with a smash.
And still they go pacing—and racing—and chasing:
And the Bum still the steps of the Captain is tracing:
Away! and away! through each square, and each street!
Though fleet rides the Captain, the Bum rides as fleet.
"On! on!" shouts the Captain: "On! on!" shouts the Bum;
"I promised thee Gold: come! I'll double the sum;
So, on! push along! my good trusty Jehu!
On! on! to the bridge that is called Waterloo."
Now, galloping fast, by St. Giles's they've past;