Reached the Tower and barred with care
All the windows, doors, and loopholes there
He laid him down and closed his eyes.
But soon a scream made him arise
He started, and saw two eyes of flame
On his pillow from whence the screaming came
He listened and looked, ’twas only the cat.
But the Bishop grew more fearful for that
For she sat screaming mad for fear
At the army of Rats that were drawing near
For they had swam over the river so deep,
And they had climb’d the shores so steep
And now by thousands up they crawl
To the holes and windows in the wall
Down on his Knees the Bishop fell
Faster and faster his beads did he tell
As, louder and louder, drawing near
The saw of their teeth, without, he could hear
In at the windows and in at the door,
And through the walls by thousands they pour.
Down through the ceiling and up through the