BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



*' Leigh, let my own man look to your mare, 



Rest and recruit with our wine and ale ; 

 But first must our surgeon attend to you ; 

 You are somewhat shrewdly stricken no 

 doubt." 

 Then he snatch'd a horn from the wall and 

 blew, 

 Making ''boot and saddle" ring sharply 

 out. 

 "Have I done good service thisday?" quoth I. 

 "Then I will ride back in your troop, Lord 

 Guy." 



In the street I heard how the trumpets peal'd, 



And I caught the gleam of a morion 

 From the window — then to the door I reel'd; 



I had lost more blood than I reckon'd 

 upon ; 

 He eyed me calmly with keen grey eyes — 



Stern grey eyes of a steel blue grey — 

 Said, " The wilful man can never be wise. 



Nathless the wilful must have his way," 

 And he pour'd from a flagon some fiery wine, 

 I drain'd it, and straightway strength was mine. 



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