text:  "I knew " Thought Ambrose "those unlucky gulls spoke true-- And Gaffer Chewton never growls for nought-- I should be mortal 'mazed now if I thought My little maids were not safe housed before That blinding hail-storm--ay this hour and more-- Unless by that old crazy bit of board They've not passed dry-foot over Shallow-ford That I'll be bound for--swollen as it must be 