Into the river, broad and deep,
Beneath old Norham’s ruined keep,
Where the descent appears most steep,
The gallant pack have dashed:
In likewise dashed the Elf and horse,
Quite heedless of the torrent’s force;
And as they stemmed the river’s course
His tail the poney lashed.
The Goblin Groom now screamed a scream;
For Goblins hate a running stream;
And, if the truth my records say,
The Elfin Poney neighed a neigh.