“Ye may fall, if over the crest ye ride,
On the Irish enemy!
“When I drop my cloak by yon stunted oak,
Do ye ply the lash and spurs,
And there ’ll be no one see another sun
Of the popish worshippers!”
[p 15]
]He has gone to the crest by the dwarfèd tree,
He has crept on foot and hand,
And now with a wave his cloak drops he
As a sign to the waiting band.