Boot, saddle, to horse and away! <br /> Rescue my Castle, before the hot day <br /> Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, <br /> (Chorus) <br /> Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! <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 /> (Chorus) <br /> Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" <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 /> (Chorus) <br /> 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 /> (Chorus) <br /> Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cavalier-tunes-boot-and-saddle/
