I come from trenches deep in slime, br Soft slime so sweet and yellow, br And rumble down the steps in time br to souse 'some shivering fellow'. br br I trickle in and trickle out br Of every nook and corner, br And, rushing like some waterspout, br Make many a rat a mourner. br br I gather in from near and far br A thousand brooklets swelling, br And laugh aloud a great 'Ha, ha!' br To flood poor Tommy's dwelling.