Dazed was he, an’ fairly doitit, Kack’d wi’ anguish o’ despair, Sprauchled up, then owre he cloited, Cowpit catmaw doun the stair.

Moody and Sankey had sung their way into every dissentient chapel, and Boshy appreciated their words thoroughly, and sang them to a wrong tune incessantly.

Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blustrous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! for Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world That ever was prince’s child. Happy what follows!

Regularity of rhythm came under assault from modernists in the last century, and its frequent absence accounts substantially for a sense of uprootedness and anxiety in their music that is more often attributed to atonal melody or harmony.