Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my castle before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray. CHO. -- Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; Many's the friend there, will listen and pray "God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay -- CHO. -- Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array: Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay, CHO. -- Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay, Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay! I've better counsellors; what counsel they? CHO. -- Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANCIONEROS: 2 by CRISTOBAL DE CASTILLEJO TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY SONNET TO CHARLOTTE M-- by BERNARD BARTON A STORY OF A, B, C by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS LOST GEESE by RUTH ROWLETT CHURCH |