And the lady did go on.

She told us all about Becket, and then about St Alphege, who had bones thrown at him till he died, because he wouldn't tax his poor people to please the beastly rotten Danes.
And Denny recited a piece of poetry he knows called 'The Ballad of Canterbury'.
It begins about Danish warships snake-shaped, and ends about doing as you'd be done by.

It is long, but it has all the beef-bones in it, and all about St Alphege.
Then the lady showed us the Danejohn, and it was like an oast-house.
And Canterbury walls that Alphege defied the Danes from looked down on a quite common farmyard.

The hospital was like a barn, and other things were like other things, but we went all about and enjoyed it very much.

The lady was quite amusing, besides sometimes talking like a real cathedral guide I met afterwards.