And darting back, he closed the door. Said he to Bridget "I'm not in.
Just say that I am out," said he, and quickly up the stairs he flew,
The stranger knocked. "Ah, let me see," and up the stairs he mounted, too.
The servant sneaked the key-hole then, and saw a struggle on the bed,
Then ran below—"Mavrone, asthore, come up, agrah, the lodger's dead!"
The moral is of gentlemen you do not know, you should beware:
You should not use your bedroom, for a hiding-place, to curse, and swear.
To curse a harmless constable upon his beat, is even worse;
'Twas he who caught the jurymen, who gave the verdict on his corse.