“Fe, fi, fo, fum,
I smell the blood of Free-dom;
Fe, fi, fo, fum,
Dead or alive, I’ll have some.”
Oh, terribly the giant swore,
With awful oaths and curses,
And language such as I can not
Engraft into my verses.
There was a giant once before,
And with a sling they slew him;
That Stephen could be _slued_ with one,
_No one_ would say who knew him.