Jack The Giant Killer. Leigh Percival

            "Haste!" quoth the hero, "yes, but how?

            They come, the brutes! – I hear them now.'

            He flew to the window with mickle speed,

            There was the pretty pair indeed,

            Arm-in-arm in the court below,

            O'Blunderbore and his brother O.

            "Now then," thought Jack, "I plainly see

            I 'm booked for death or liberty; —

            Hallo! those cords are 'the jockeys for me.'

           Jack was nimble of finger and thumb —

           The cords in a moment have halters become

               Deft at noosing the speckled trout,

               So hath he caught each ill-favoured lout:

               He hath tethered the ropes to a rafter tight,

               And he tugs and he pulls with all his might,

               "Pully-oi! Pully-oi!" till each Yahoo

               In the face is black and blue;

           Till each Paddy Whack

           Is blue and black;

           "Now, I think you're done brown," said courageous Jack.

           Down the tight rope he slides,

           And his good sword hides

           In the hearts of the monsters up to the hilt;

           So he settled them each:

           O'Blunderbore's speech,

           Ere he gave up the ghost was, "Och, murder, I'm kilt!"

               The dungeons are burst and the captives freed;

           Three princesses were among them found —

               Very beautiful indeed;

           Their lily white hands were behind them bound: