Risking the fire, the rope,
The sword for thy word’s sake.
They will deliverance for the land of their fathers.
Slaet op den trommele, van dirre dom deyne.
Beat upon the war drum. Long live the Beggar!”
And all set to drinking and shouting:
“Long live the Beggar!”
And Ulenspiegel, drinking from the gilt tankard of a monk, looked proudly round on the valiant faces of the Wild Beggars.
“Wild men,” said he, “ye are wolves, lions, and tigers. Eat the dogs of the bloody king.”
“Long live the Beggar!” said they, singing: