\begin{verse}
'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, \\
And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; \\
Tu-u-whoo! Tu-u-whoo! \\
And hark, again! the crowing cock, \\
How drowsily it crew.

Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, \\
Hath a toothless mastiff bitch; \\
From her kennel beneath the rock \\
She makes answer to the clock, \\
Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour; \\
Ever and aye, moonshine or shower, \\
Sixteen short howls, not over loud; \\
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.
\end{verse}

