Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather? <br />He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle, <br />And ten bold companions all drinking together. <br /> <br />Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather? <br />She sits in the parlour with smell of honeysuckle, <br />Trimming her bonnet with red ostrich feather. <br /> <br />Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather? <br />He is rubbing his eyes with a slow and lazy knuckle <br />As he wakes from his nap on a bank of fresh heather. <br /> <br />Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather? <br />He is bobbing for tiddlers in a little trickle-truckle, <br />With his line and his hook and his breeches of leather. <br /> <br />Where is the grey goat of old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather? <br />She stays not contented with little or with muckle, <br />Straining for daisies at the end of her tether. <br /> <br />For this is our motto at old Hawk and Buckle, <br />We cling to it close and we sing all together, <br />'Every man for himself at our old Hawk and Buckle, <br />And devil take the hindmost this hot summer weather.'<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hawk-and-buckle/
