38 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



" Lord Abbot, although, thou canst not sing 



For the rest of Sir Joram a Burton's soul, 

 Thou 'It deem it, I trow, as good a thing 

 To drink to his health in a nut-brown bowl." 



" Content," said the Abbot, " faith am I, 

 Sir Joram, I joy to behold thee here ; 

 The rather, that I am exceeding dry, 

 And at last we are going to tap that beer." 



Dame Ellen was now a glad ladye, 



As ever you saw on a summer's day ; 

 And thus with all goodwives may it be, 



Who the will of their own liege lords obey. 



So seeing Sir Joram's safe return, 



They revell'd and feasted, and made good cheer ! 



Old Kose did sing, and the bellows burn, 

 And drank, on the strength of it, all that beer. 



My friend was amused, but at the same time fearful 

 that he was getting a premeditated quizzing ; the sunshine 

 of good humour however passed over him, and he frankly 

 confessed that he had designedly left the beer behind, 

 believing that champagne was a better drink. So here 

 the matter ended. 



