II.
In a castle gloomy and old
Once there dwelt a Baron bold,
Rich in acres and flocks and gold;
Sooth but he was a gallant knight,
Fond of his lager and fond of fight.
He was ever in the front
Of the battle or the hunt,
And of each struggle he bore the brunt!
None like him could wield the spear,
Or run down the flying deer,
Or drain the flagons of lager beer.