"E'er and anon, thence hither -

Yore of this glum gauntness.

Ye eavesdroppest to my plea -

Tarry not thy fealty!



Stint this bereavement dear friend! -

Wherefore dreegh me?

Nay leech, nay witch,

Doth but to cede my pall!"

Harness gilded, steed mounted.

Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer.

Alack! - Solely bethought -

Mayhap a song by the hearth?!



Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins -

Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! -

And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! -

Should ye muster daggers in thy brow!

"Fare well! - my kinsmen -

I have drunk my last ale -

Eat and drink well -

O! - Behold my final skirmish."



Crops be irk'd by draught -

Kinsmen waylain by robbers -

Kine of thine stampeding -

Curse thee fore'ermore!

Until then ne'er will I drink wine,

Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!