Whenever the tailcocks and vollies are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the Towers dark and wet,
A goat-man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the House fires are out,
Why does he goat-gait gallop about?
Whenever the Estate's trees are crying aloud,
And Igor's bath boats are tossed at sea,
By, on the A-1, low and loud,
By at the goat-gait gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
For when the Tower Gates are open
The Piranhas rest by threes
Nungate in her gown sheer and flimsy
The goat-man gallops in at such a rate
Igor ready, bucket to sate
Tone's in for the Tun, a thirst to saturate