With holy water sprinked about, a jot he did not care!
But seized me with a fiercer grip, and jocked me down the stair!
And mocked the frightened monks, who flew, with fringe of standing hair.
At last his widow could not reck his evil conduct there,
She moved to otherwhere.
The only tenants that remained in Bouncer Hall, were rats,
Until 'twas taken down, to build some fashionable flats,
And when the workmen moved the stair, I wot he was cut up,
To see its broken banisters, upon a cart put up.
But vengeance of his hate for me, remained a danger yet,