To serenade, with the thringumy-thrang,
Of the thrum, of his new guitar.
The glint of one, thro' a galloping cloud,
He caught, and he screwed his wire,
And gave a twist, to its patent head,
And toned the catgut higher.
Then flung the cape of his cloak aside,
And in an æsthetic strain,
He pitched his voice, to the concert key,