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CAVALIER TUNESBOOT AND SADDLE
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,
CHORUS.---Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you`d say;
Many`s the friend there, will listen and pray
``God`s luck to gallants that strike up the lay---
CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!``
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads` array:
Who laughs, ``Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!``
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, ``Nay!
``I`ve better counsellors; what counsel they?
CHORUS.---“Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!”
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