Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! <br />Rescue my Castle, before the hot day <br />Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, <br /> <br />(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" <br /> <br />Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; <br />Many's the friend there, will listen and pray <br />"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay, <br /> <br />(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" <br /> <br />Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, <br />Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array: <br />Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay, <br /> <br />(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" <br /> <br />Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay, <br />Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay! <br />I've better counsellors; what counsel they?" <br /> <br />(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boot-and-saddle/
