Not meetly was his buckler pierced
Upon the flank of his steed; {151d}
Not meetly did he mount {152a}
His long legged, slender, grey charger;
Dark was his shaft, dark,
Darker was his saddle; {152b}
Thy hero {152c} is in a cell, {152d}
Gnawing the shoulder of a buck, {152e}
May his hand triumph,
But far be the shoulder of venison. {152f}