Vii

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!”