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Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, (Chorus) “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, (Chorus) “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, (Chorus) “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?” (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
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Boot And Saddle
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, (Chorus) “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, (Chorus) “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, (Chorus) “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?” (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
Robert Browning
1812 - 1892/Male/English