I say, the horn is of such horrid sound, That, wheresoe'er 'tis heard, all fly for fear;
Nor in the world is one of heart so sound That would not fly, should he the bugle hear.
Wind, thunder, and the shock which rives the ground, Come not, in aught, the hideous clangour near.
With thanks did the good Englishman receive The gift, and of the fairy took his leave.
