Out Rode From His Wild, Dark Castle The Terrible Heinz Von Stein; He Came To The Door Of A Tavern And Gazed On Its Swinging Sign. He Sat Himself Down At A Table, And Growled For A Bottle Of Wine; Up Came With A Flask And A Corkscrew A Maiden Of Beauty Divine. Then, Seized With A Deep Love-Longing, He Uttered, "O Damosel Mine, Suppose You Just Give A Few Kisses To The Valorous Ritter Von Stein!" But She Answered, "The Kissing Business Is Entirely Out Of My Line; And I Certainly Will Not Begin It On A Countenance Ugly As Thine!" Oh, Then The Bold Knight Was Angry, And Cursed Both Coarse And Fine; And Asked, "How Much Is The Swindle For Your Sour And Nasty Wine?" And Fiercely He Rode To The Castle And Sat Himself Down To Dine; And This Is The Dreadful Legend Of The Terrible Heinz Von Stein. Charles Godfrey Leland.