Fareweel, my rhyme-compoſing billie! / Your native ſoil was right ill-willie; / But may ye flouriſh like a lily, / Now bonilie! / I'll toaſt ye in my hindmoſt gillie, / Tho' owre the Sea!

Hold on to my umbrella while I ride the roller coaster.

The maltster, after having lain down in his clothes for a few hours, was now sitting beside a three-legged table, breakfasting off bread and bacon.

So the faulty bridge was moved to the front of the song, creating in the process one of the most striking opening moments in Beatles music.