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And then in the cellar they stowed the tun, 



Whose stares were made out of a huge oak-tree ; 



And lastly, the hrewage, when 't was done, 

 Was hlest by the Abbot of Smgglesea. 



Sir Joram a Burton then farewell 



Bade imto Dame Ellen, his lady dear ; 

 " Seven years and a day," he said, " sweet NeU. 

 Now keep me, I charge thee, that tun of beer. 



" Seven years and a day, good lady mine. 

 Now keep that barrel of ale," quoth he ; 



" If then I retiu-n not fi'om Palestine 



Be certain that there is an end of me." 



Away then Sir Joram a Burton sped 



With target and Ixittle-axe, lance and brand ; 



And he broke full many a Saracen's head. 

 Crusading afar in the Pa3Taim land. 



The mitred Abliot of Swigglesea 



Came often the heart of the Dame to cheer ; 

 And ever before lie went, said he, 

 " I hope it's all right with that same beer." 



Now after six years had ta'en their flight 

 111 tidings there came from beyond the main. 



That good Sir Joram a Biu-ton, kniglit. 

 In battle had been by the Paynim slain. 



The Abbot of Swigglesea came o'er. 



Some comfort to speak in Dame Ellen'.s ear : 

 " Good lad}'," quoth he, " come weep no more : 



And now, then, as touching that self-same beer r 



" Bestow us that liquor, lady fair. 



Bestow it on Swigglesea' s good Abbaye, 

 In payment whereof eacli holy li'ere 



Will sing for Sir Joram his soul for aye." 



