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!" {012} 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." [Illustration: 030] 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. {013} 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!-- [Illustration: 033] {014} 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?" [Illustration: 035] {015}