CHESHIRE CHIVALRY 



VII 



Stout Geoffry declar'd he would witness the kill 



Should he swim in the saddle till dark ; 

 Six horsemen undauntedly follow'd him still, 

 Till the fate that awaited the steed of Sir Phil 

 Put an end to this merry mud lark. 



VIII 



Back, back, the bold Baronet roU'd from the shore, 



Immers'd overhead in the wave ; 

 The Tories 'gan think that the game was all o'er, 

 For their member was missing a minute or more 



Ere he rose from his watery grave. 



IX 



Quoth Tollemache, more eager than all to make 

 sail 



(A soul that abhorreth restraint), 

 " Good doctor," quoth he, " since thy remedies fail, 

 Since blister, nor bleeding, nor pill-box avail, 



Cold bathing may suit my complaint." 



X 



When Williams past o'er, at the burden they bore 



The waters all trembled with awe ; 

 For the heaving canal, when it wash'd him ashore, 

 Ne'er had felt such a swell on its surface before, 



As the swell from the Leamington Spa.^ 



1 Note 36. 



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