... And he jumped across the sea. awhi'e, then said, Which way turn my hoof. The Whigs and myself arc friends, Rut the Tories keep aloof. swore a mighty oath, the fiends he lov'd so well, That he wished the Tory tribe Were under his care h—ll. TV.en he rais'd himself high, As the night was growing late Like-a cloud soar'd along, fill he reach'd Saint Stephen's gate When, rubbing his hands with ...