Oh the ostler has a tipsy cat that played a five-stringed fiddle and up and down he saws his bow now squeaking high. Now purring low. Now sawing in the middle.
The word was no sooner out of my mouth than the whole crowd of spectators, well dressed and ill — gentlemen, ostlers, and servant-maids — joined in a general shriek of " Fire! "
" Take off the bridle and give him a drink, ostler, " said the traveller to the lad in a smock-frock, who had come out of the yard at the sound of the horse's hoofs.