The giant awoke in his easy chair,
Saying, “Ho, little Marjorie, are you there?
A stoup of wine, to be spiced the same!--
Exquisite Marjorie, _je vous aime_!”
Now where was Marjorie? Safe and sound
In the Magic Boot she cleared the ground.
Frodgedobbulum groaned--“I am bereft!
The left boot’s gone, and the right is left!--
The window’s open! I’ll bet a crown
The chit is off to Banbury town!
But follow, follow, my faithful Boot!
One is enough for the pursuit;
And back to my arms the wench shall come
As sure as my name’s Frodgedobbulum!”