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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! "