There in the oozy grounds of the Fen, They gather the sorrel. That officer, Is elegant beyond measure. He is elegant beyond measure. But, perhaps, he is not what the superintendent of the ruler's carriages ought to be.
There along the side of the Fen, They gather the mulberry leaves. That officer, Is elegant as a flower. He is elegant as a flower; But, perhaps, he is not what the marshaller of the carriages ought to be.