Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
CHORUS.--_Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!_
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; 5
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; 10
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 counselors; what counsel they? 15
CHORUS.--_Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"_