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THE ARGUMENT
I sing the deeds of famous Jack, The doughty Giant Killer hight; How he did various monsters "whack," And so became a gallant knight. In Arthur's days of splendid fun (His Queen was Guenever the Pliant), — Ere Britain's sorrows had begun; When every cave contained its giant; When griffins fierce as bats were rife; And till a knight had slain his dragon, At trifling risk of limbs and life, He did n't think he'd much to brag on; When wizards o'er the welkin flew; Ere science had devised balloon; And 'twas a common thing to view A fairy ballet by the moon; — Our hero played his valiant pranks; Earned loads of kudos, vulgô glory, A lady, "tin," and lots of thanks; — Relate, oh Muse! his wondrous story.OF GIANTS IN GENERAL
A Giant was, I should premise, A hulking lout of monstrous size; He mostly stood – I know you 'll laugh — About as high as a giraffe. His waist was some three yards in girth: When he walked he shook the earth. His eyes were of the class called "goggle," Fitter for the scowl than ogle. His mouth, decidedly carnivorous, Like a shark's, – the Saints deliver us! He yawned like a huge sarcophagus, For he was an Anthropophagus, And his tusks were huge and craggy; His hair, and his brows, and his beard, were shaggy. I ween on the whole he was aught but a Cupid, And exceedingly fierce, and remarkably stupid; His brain partaking strongly of lead, How well soe'er he was off for head; Having frequently one or two Crania more than I or you. He was bare of arm and leg, But buskins had, and a philabeg; Also a body-coat of mail That shone with steel or brazen scale, Like to the back of a crocodile's tail; A crown he wore, And a mace he bore That was knobbed and spiked with adamant; It would smash the skull Of the mountain bull, Or scatter the brains of the elephant. His voice than the tempest was louder and gruffer — Well; so much for the uncouth "buffer."JACK'S BIRTH, PARENTAGE, EDUCATION, AND EARLY PURSUITS
Of a right noble race was Jack, For kith and kin he did not lack, Whom tuneful bards have puffed; The Seven bold Champions ranked among That highly celebrated throng, And Riquet with the Tuft. Jack of the Beanstalk, too, was one; And Beauty's Beast; and Valour's son, Sir Amadis de Gaul: But if I had a thousand tongues, A throat of brass, and iron lungs, I could not sing them all. His sire was a farmer hearty and free; He dwelt where the Land's End frowns on the sea, And the sea at the Land's End roars again, Tit for tat, land and main. He was a worthy wight, and so He brought up his son in the way he should go; He sought not – not he! – to make him a "muff;" He never taught him a parcel of stuff; He bothered him not with trees and plants, Nor told him to study the manners of ants. He himself had never been Bored with the Saturday Magazine; The world might be flat, or round, or square, He knew not, and he did not care; Nor wished that a boy of his should be A Cornish "Infant Prodigy." But he stored his mind with learning stable, The deeds of the Knights of the famed Round Table; Legends and stories, chants and lays, Of witches and warlocks, goblins and fays; How champions of might Defended the right, Freed the captive, and succoured the damsel distrest Till Jack would exclaim — "If I don't do the same, An' I live to become a man, —I'm blest!" Jack lightly recked of sport or play Wherein young gentlemen delight, But he would wrestle any day, Box, or at backsword fight. He was a lad of special "pluck," And strength beyond his years, Or science, gave him aye the luck To drub his young compeers. His task assigned, like Giles or Hodge, The woolly flocks to tend, His wits to warlike fray or "dodge" Wool-gathering oft would wend. And then he'd wink his sparkling eye, And nod his head right knowingly, And sometimes "Won't I just!" would cry, Or "At him, Bill, again!" Now this behaviour did evince A longing for a foe to mince; An instinct fitter for a Prince Than for a shepherd swain.HOW JACK SLEW THE GIANT CORMORAN. —
I Where good Saint Michael's craggy mount Rose Venus-like from out the sea, A giant dwelt; a mighty- Count In his own view, forsooth, was he; And not unlike one, verily, (A foreign Count, like those we meet In Leicester Square, or Regent Street), I mean with respect to his style of hair, Mustachios, and beard, and ferocious air, — His figure was quite another affair. This odd-looking "bird" Was a Richard the Third, Four times taller and five as wide; Or a clumsy Punch, With his cudgel and hunch, Into a monster magnified! In quest of prey across the sea He'd wade, with ponderous club; For not the slightest "bones" made he Of "boning" people's "grub." There was screaming and crying "Oh dear!" and "Oh law When the terrified maids the monster saw; As he stalked – tramp! tramp! Stamp! stamp! stamp! stamp! Coming on like the statue in "Don Giovanni." "Oh my!" they would cry, "Here he comes; let us fly! Did you ever behold such a horrid old brawny? — A – h!" and off they would run Like "blazes," or "fun," Followed, pell-mell, by man and master; While the grisly old fellow Would after them bellow, To make them scamper away the faster.II When this mountain bugaboo Had filled his belly, what would he do? He'd shoulder his club with an ox or two, Stick pigs and sheep in his belt a few, — There were two or three in it, and two or three under (I hope ye have all the "organ of wonder"); Then back again to his mountain cave He would stump o'er the dry land and stride through the wave.III What was to be done? For this was no fun; And it must be clear to every one, The new Tariff itself would assuredly not Have supplied much longer the monstrous pot Of this beef-eating, bull-headed, "son-of-a-gun."IV Upon a night as dark as pitch A light was dancing on the sea; — Marked it the track of the Water Witch? Could it a Jack-a-lantern be? A lantern it was, and borne by Jack; A spade and a pickaxe he had at his back; In his belt a good cow-horn; He was up to some game you may safely be sworn. Saint Michael's Mount he quickly gained, And there the livelong night remained. What he did The darkness hid; Nor needeth it that I should say: Nor would you have seen, If there you had been Looking on at the break of day.V Morning dawned on the ocean blue; Shrieked the gull and the wild sea-mew; The donkey brayed, and the grey cock crew; Jack put to his mouth his good cow-horn, And a blast therewith did blow. The Giant heard the note of scorn, And woke and cried "Hallo!" He popped out his head with his night-cap on, To look who his friend might be, And eke his spectacles did don, That he mote the better see. "I'll broil thee for breakfast," he roared amain, "For breaking my repose." "Yaa!" valiant Jack returned again, With his fingers at his nose.VI Forward the monster tramps apace, Like to an elephant running a race; Like a walking-stick he handles his mace. Away, too venturous wight, decamp! In two more strides your skull he smashes; — One! Gracious goodness! what a stamp! Two! Ha! the plain beneath him crashes: Down he goes, full fathoms three. "How feel ye now," cried Jack, "old chap? It is plain, I wot, to see You 're by no means up to trap." The Giant answered with such a roar, It was like the Atlantic at war with its shore; A thousand times worse than the hullaballoo Of carnivora, fed, Ere going to bed, At the Regent's Park, or the Surrey "Zoo." "So ho! Sir Giant," said Jack, with a bow, "Of breakfast art thou fain? For a tit-bit wilt thou broil me now, An' I let thee out again? " Gnashing his teeth, and rolling his eyes, The furious lubber strives to rise. "Don't you wish you may get it?" our hero cries And he drives the pickaxe into his skull: Giving him thus a belly-full, If the expression is n't a bull.VII Old Cormoran dead, Jack cut off his head, And hired a boat to transport it home. On the "bumps" of the brute, At the Institute, A lecture was read by a Mr. Combe. Their Worships, the Justices of the Peace, Called the death of the monster a "happy release:" Sent for the champion who had drubbed him, And "Jack the Giant Killer" dubbed him; And they gave him a sword, and a baldric, whereon For all who could read them, these versicles shone: — 'THIS IS YE VALYANT CORNISHE MAN WHO SLEWE YE GIANT CORMORAN"JACK SURPRISED ONCE IN THE WAY
I Now, as Jack was a lion, and hero of rhymes, His exploit very soon made a noise in the "Times;" All over the west He was fêted, caressed, And to dinners and soirees eternally pressed: Though't is true Giants did n't move much in society, And at "twigging" were slow, Yet they could n't but know Of a thing that was matter of such notoriety. Your Giants were famous for esprit de corps; And a huge one, whose name was O'Blunderbore, From the Emerald Isle, who had waded o'er, Revenge, "by the pow'rs!" on our hero swore.II Sound beneath a forest oak Was a beardless warrior dozing, By a babbling rill, that woke Echo – not the youth reposing. What a chance for lady loves Now to win a "pair of gloves!"III "Wake, champion, wake, be off, be off; Heard'st thou not that earthquake cough! That floundering splash, That thundering crash? Awake! – oh, no, It is no go!" So sang a little woodland fairy; 'T was O'Blunderbore coming And the blackguard was humming The tune of "Paddy Carey."IV Beholding the sleeper, He open'd each peeper To about the size of the crown of your hat; "Oh, oh!" says he, "Is it clear I see Hallo! ye young spalpeen, come out o' that." So he took him up As ye mote a pup, Or an impudent varlet about to "pop" him: "Wake up, ye young baste; What's this round your waist? Och! murder! " – I wonder he did n't drop him. He might, to be sure, have exclaimed "Oh, Law!" But then he preferred his own patois; And "Murder!" though coarse, was expressive, no doubt, Inasmuch as the murder was certainly out. He had pounced upon Jack, In his cosy bivouack, And so he made off with him over his back.V Still was Jack in slumber sunk; Was he Mesmerised or drunk? I know not in sooth, but he did not awake Till, borne through a coppice of briar and brake, He was roused by the brambles that tore his skin, Then he woke up and found what a mess he was in He spoke not a word that his fear might shew, But said to himself – "What a precious go!"VI Whither was the hero bound, Napping by the Ogre caught? Unto Cambrian Taffy's ground Where adventures fresh he sought.VII They gained the Giant's castle hall, Which seemed a sort of Guy's museum; With skulls and bones 'twas crowded all — You would have blessed yourself to see 'em. The larder was stored with human hearts, Quarters, and limbs, and other parts, — A grisly sight to see; There Jack the cannibal monster led, "I lave you there, my lad," he said, "To larn anatomy! — I'm partial to this kind of mate, And hearts with salt and spice to ate Is just what plases me; I mane to night on yours to sup, Stay here until you 're aten up He spoke, and turned the key. "A pretty business this!" quoth Jack, When he was left alone; "Old Paddy Whack, I say! come back — I wonder where he's gone?" In ghastly moans and sounds of wail, The castle's cells replied; Jack, whose high spirits ne'er could quail, Whistled like blackbird in the vale, And, "Bravo, Weber!" cried. When, lo! a dismal voice, in verse, This pleasant warning did rehearse: —IX "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.'X 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!"XI 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: They were dangling in the air, Strung up to a hook by their dear "back hair." Their stomachs too weak On bubble and squeak, From their slaughtered lords prepared, to dine (A delicate rarity); With horrid barbarity, The Giants had hung them up there to pine.XII Jack, the monsters having "licked," Had, of course, their pockets picked, And their keys and eke their riches Had abstracted from their breeches. "Ladies," he said, with a Chesterfield's ease, Permit me, I pray you, to present you with these," And he placed in their hands the coin and the keys: "So long having swung, By your poor tresses hung, Sure your nerves are unhinged though yourselves are unstrung; To make you amends, Take these few odds and ends, This nice little castle, I mean, and its wealth; And I 've only to say, That I hope that you may For the future enjoy the most excellent health." Said the ladies – "Oh, thank you! – expressions we lack " — "Don't mention it pray," said the complaisant Jack.XIII Jack knelt and kissed the snow-white hands Of the lovely ladies three; Oh! who these matters that understands But thinks, "would that I'd been he! " Then he bids them adieu; "Au revoir," they cry. "Take care of yourselves," he exclaims, "good bye!"XIV Away, like Bonaparte in chase, O'er mount and moor goes Jack; With his trusty sword before his face, And its scabbard behind his back. Away he goes, And follows his nose; No wonder, then, that at close of day, He found himself out In his whereabout; — "Dash my buttons," he cried, "I have lost my way Before him stretched a lonely vale — Just the place for robbing the mail Ere that conveyance went by "rail" — On either side a mount of granite Outfaced indignant star and planet; Its thunder-braving head and shoulders, And threatening crags, and monstrous boulders, Ten times as high as the cliffs at Brighton, Uprearing like a "bumptious" Titan, Very imposing to beholders. Now the red sun went darkly down, More gloomy grew the mountains' frown, And all around waxed deeper brown, — Jack's visage deeper blue; Said he, "I guess I'm in a fix," — Using a phrase of Mr. Slick's, — "What on earth shall I do?" He wandered about till late at night, At last he made for a distant light; "Here's a gentleman's mansion," thought Jack, "all right." He knocked at the wicket, Crying, "That's the ticket!" When lo! the portal open flew, And a monster came out, Enormously stout And of stature tremendous, with heads for two. Jack was rather alarmed, But the Giant was charmed, He declared with both tongues, the young hero to see: "What a double-tongued speech! But you wo n't overreach Me" thought Jack; as the Giant said – "Walk in, to tea." But he saw that to fly Would be quite "all his eye," He could n't, and so it was useless to try; So he bowed, and complied with the monster's "walk in!" With a sort of a kind of hysterical grin. Now this Giant, you know, was a Welshman, and so, 'T was by stealth he indulged in each mischievous "lark His name was Ap Morgan, He had a large organ Of "secretiveness," wherefore he killed in the dark. "He was sorry that Jack was benighted," he said, "Might he fenture to peg he'd accept of a ped?" And he then led the way, All smiling and gay, To the couch where his guest might rest his head; And he bade him good night, politely quite, Jack answered – "I wish you a very good night."XV Though his eyes were heavy, and legs did ache, Jack was far too wide awake To trust himself to the arms of sleep; — I mean to say he was much too deep. Stumping, through the midnight gloom, Up and down in the neighbouring room, Like a pavior's rammer, Ap Morgan goes. "I shouldn't much like him to tread on my toes!" Thought Jack as he listened with mind perplexed; — "I wonder what he's up to next?"XVI Short was our hero's marvelling; For, deeming him in slumber locked, The monstrous oaf began to sing: Gracious, how the timbers rocked! From double throat He poured each note, So his voice was a species of double bass, Slightly hoarse, Rather coarse, And decidedly wanting a little in grace: A circumstance which unluckily smashes A comparison I was about to make Between it and the great Lablache's, — Just for an allusion's sake. Thus warbled the gigantic host, To the well-known air of "Giles Scroggins' Ghost:XVII "Ha! say you so," Thought Jack; "oh, oh! " And, getting out of bed, He found a log; — "Whack that, old Gog! He whispered, "in my stead."XVIII In steals the Giant, crafty old fox! His buskins he'd doffed, and he walked in his socks, And he fetches the bed some tremendous knocks With his great big mace, I' th' identical place Where Jack's wooden substitute quietly lay; And, chuckling as he went away, He said to himself, "How. Griffith Ap Jones Will laugh when he hears that I've broken his bones!XIX The morning shone brightly, all nature was gay; And the Giant at breakfast was pegging away: On pantomime rolls all so fiercely fed he, And he ate hasty-pudding along with his tea. Oh, why starts the monster in terror and fright? Why gapes and why stares he when Jack meets his sight? Why mutters he wildly, o'ercome with dismay, "How long have ghosts taken to walking by day?"XX "Pless us!" he cried, "it can't be; – no! " "'Tis I," said Jack, "old fellow, though." "How slept you?" asked the monster gruff. "Toi lol," he answered; – "well enough: About twelve, or one, I awoke with a rat, — At least, I fancied it was that, — Which fetched me with its tail a ' whop; ' But I went off again as sound as a top."XXI Jack's feet the Giant did n't scan, Because he was a Pagan man; And knew no more than a mining lad What kind of a foot Apollyon had; But he thought to himself, with a puzzled brow, "Well, you're a rum one, any how." Jack took a chair, and set to work, — Oh! but he ate like a famished Turk; In sooth it was astounding quite, How he put the pudding out of sight. Thought the Giant, "What an appetite!" He had buttoned his coat together O'er a capacious bag of leather, And all the pudding he could n't swallow He craftily slipped into its hollow.XXII When breakfast was finished, he said, "Old brick, See here; I 'll show you a crafty trick; You dare not try it for your life:" And he ripped up the bag with a table-knife. Squash! tumbled the smoking mess on the floor, But Jack was no worse than he was before. "Odds splutter hur nails!" swore the monster Welch, And he gashed his belly with fearful squelch; Let the daylight in Through the hole in his skin, — The daylight in and the pudding out, With twenty gallons of blood about; And his soul with a terrific "Oh!" Indignant sought the shades below.JACK SCRAPES AND ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE PRINCE OF WALES
I Safe and sound o'er leagues of ground Jack so merrily capers away, Till Arthur's son (he had but one) He runs against at the close of day. The Prince, you know, was going to blow A conjuror's castle about his ears, Who bullied there a lady fair, And I don't know how many worthy peers. Said Jack, "My lord, my trusty sword And self at your princely feet I lay; 'T is my desire to be your squire:" His Royal Highness replied "You may." The Prince was suave, and comely, and brave, And freely scattered his money about; "Tipped" every one he met like fun, And so he was very soon "cleared out." Then he turned to Jack, and cried "Good lack! I wonder how we 're to purchase 'grub?'" Said Jack so free, "Leave that to me, Your Royal Highness's faithful 'sub.'" Now night came on, and Arthur's son Asked "Where the dickens are we to lodge?" "Sir," answered Jack, "your brain do n't rack, You may trust to me for a crafty 'dodge:' A Giant high lives here hard by; The monster I've the pleasure to know: Three heads he's got, and would send to pot Five hundred men!" The Prince said, "Oh!" "My lord," Jack said, "I 'll pledge my head To manage the matter completely right. In the Giant's nest to-night we 'll rest, As sure as a gun, or —blow me tight!" Off scampers Jack, the Prince aback With his palfrey waits beneath a rock; At the castle-gate, at a footman's rate, Jack hammers and raps with a stylish knock.II Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-tat, — "Rather impudent that," Said Jack to himself; "but I do n't care!" The Giant within, Alarmed at the din, Roared out like thunder, "I say, who's there!" "Only me," whispered Jack. Cried the Giant, "Who's me?" Pitching his voice in a treble key. "Your poor cousin Jack," said the hero. "Eh!" Said the Giant, "what news, cousin Jack, to-day?" "Bad," answered Jack, "as bad can be." "Pooh!" responded the Giant; "fiddle-de-dee! I wonder what news can be bad to me! What! an't I a Giant whose heads are three, And can't I lick five hundred men? Do n't talk to me of bad tidings, then!"III "Alas!" Jack whimpered, "uncle dear, The Prince of Wales is coming here, Yourself to kill, and your castle to sack, — Two thousand knights are at his back. If I tell you a lie never credit me more." The Giant replied, "What a deuce of a bore! But I 'll hide in my cellar, And, like a good 'feller,' You'll lock it and bolt it, and bar it secure." Jack answered, "I will; Only keep yourself still." Said the Giant, "Of that, my boy, be sure."IV While the stupid old Giant, locked up with the beer, Lies shivering and shaking in bodily fear, Young Jack and young Arthur - Enjoy themselves – rather, Blowing out their two skins with the best of good cheer. Their banquet o'er, to roost they creep, And in the dreamy world of sleep Eat all their supper o'er again. Such blissful fancies haunt the brain Of Aldermen of London Town, When, after feed on Lord Mayor's day, Their portly bulk supine they lay On couch of eider-down.V The morning comes; the small birds sing; The sun shines out like – anything; Jack speeds the son of Britain's King, The heavier by full many a wing And leg of pullet, on his way, And many a slice of ham and tongue, Whereon the heroes, bold and young, As by good right, I should have sung, Did breakfast on that day. And then he seeks the Giant's cell, Forgetting not to cram him well, How he had plied the foe with prog, Disarmed his wrath by dint of grog, And, at the head of all his men, Had sent him reeling home again. The Giant was pleased as Punch might be, And he capered about with clumsy glee (It was a comical sight to see), — Very like unto a whale When he founders a skiff with his frolicksome tail. Then he cocked his big eye with a playful wink, And roared out, "What 'll you take to drink?" "Well," Jack replied, "I 'll tell you what, I think I should n't mind a pot; But, nunky, – could you be so kind? - I wish I had those traps behind The nest wherein you take your nap: - That seedy coat and tattered cap; That ancient sword, of blade right rusty; And those old high-lows all so dusty, That look as though for years they'd been In pop-shop hung, or store marine; No other meed I ask than those, So may I have the sword and clothes? " "Jack," said the Giant, "yes, you may, And let them be a keepsake, pray; They 're queer, and would n't suit a 'gent;' But what to use is ornament? The sword will cut through hardest stuff, The cap will make you up to snuff, — Worth something more than 'eight and six,' — The shoes will carry you like 'bricks,' At pace outspeeding swiftest stalkers- (They were a certain Mr. Walker's); The coat excels art's best results, Burckhardt outvies, out-Stultzes Stultz; No mortal man, whate'er his note, Was ever seen in such a coat; For when you put it on your shoulders You vanish, straight, from all beholders!" "Well, hang it! surely you, old chap, Had not got on your knowing cap When you proposed last night to hide, Or you the magic coat had tried: You might have strapped it on your back So thought, but said not, cunning Jack, Thanked his three-headed relative, And toddled, whistling "Jack's Alive."VI His cap of wit, the Giant's gift, Informed him where the Prince to find; And he has donned his "Walker's" swift, And, leaving chough and crow behind, His Royal Highness soon has joined. "Jack," said the Prince, for fun agog, "Get up behind, you jolly dog!" So up he jumps, and on they jog. They soon have gained the secret bower, Where, spell-bound by the warlock's power, Was kept in "quod" that lady bright: She was remarkably polite, Displayed before them such a spread! Oh! gracious goodness, how they fed! No lack of turtle-soup was there, Of flesh, and fowl, and fish, Of choicest dainties, rich and rare; Turbot and lobster-sauce, and hare; And turtle, plenty, and to spare; And sweets enough to make you stare, And every sort of dish. And there were floods of Malvoisie, Champagne, and Hock, and Burgundy, Sauterne, and Rhein-wine, and Moselle; - It was a bouquet, sooth, to smell; And there was Port and Sherry; – well; And more liqueurs than I can tell.VII When the banquet was ended the lady arose, And her cherry lips wiped, and her lily white nose; And she gazed on the gallant young Prince with a sigh, And a smile on her cheek, and a drop in her eye. "My lord," she addressed him, "I beg you 'll excuse What I'm going to say, for alas! I can't choose; You must guess who this handkerchief pockets to-night To-morrow, or die if you don't guess aright!" She poured out a bumper, and drank it up half, And gave the bold Prince the remainder to quaff; Wherewith through the "back-flat" her exit she made, And left the young gentleman rather afraid.VIII When the Prince retired to bed, He scratched, and thus bespoke his head: - "Where, oh! where, my upper story, Wilt thou be to-morrow night? Into what a mess, for glory, Rushes bold and amorous wight!" Jack dons, meanwhile, His "knowing tile," — How ripe he looked for a regular "lark;" He asks about, And soon finds out, That the lady was forced to go out in the dark Every night, By the pale moon light, To give the magician, fierce and fell, All so late, A tête-à-tête, In the gloomy depth of a forest dell. In his coat and his shoes at mail-train pace, He hies him to the trysting place. He travels so fast that he does n't get there Too late, as the saying is, for the fair; But he has to wait before she comes, Cooling his heels and biting his thumbs.IX At length appears the warlock, dight In dressing gown of gramarye; And, like a spirit of the night, Elegantly dressed in white, Approaches now the fair ladye, And gives him the handkerchief, you see; "Now!" 'cried courageous Jack, "or never! Die, catiff, die! " (And he lets fly) "Thus from its trunk thy head I sever."X To be a conjuror, 'tis said, In sooth a man requires a head; So Jack, by this decapitation, Dissolved, of course, the conjuration. The damsel fair, bewitched no more, Becomes bewitching as before; Restored to virtue's blooming grace, Which so improves the female face — A kalydor of high perfection, That beautifies the worst complexion.XI The licence was bought, and, the bells ringing gay, The prince and the lady were married next day, All decked out so smart in their bridal array. The happy pair, the nuptials o'er, Start in a handsome coach-and-four For good King Arthur's court; Jack, on the box in easy pride, Sits by the portly coachman's side — Oh, my! what bows they sport. The train behind that followed – oh! It far outshone the Lord Mayor's show; And e'en the grand display When, to our Prince to give a name, His Majesty of Prussia came To England t' other day.XII Now Arthur's seat they reach: not that Where royal Arthur never sat — Dun Edin's famous mound. Loud shouts of joy the welkin crack, And Arthur dubs our hero Jack, Knight of the Table Round. And now, in Pleasure's syren lap, Sir Jack indulges in a nap- I crave his grace – Sir John! Flirts with the fairest dames at court, And drinks, noblest lords, the port — This comes of "getting on."