The Sultan of Turkey has come to-day—
“What are you doing, young fellow, pray?”
“I drink,” said Bida, “not one day only,
Not two days, no—and my night’s not lonely.”
“If you stop drinking I pledge my oath
My daughter to you shall plight her troth.”
“She is not comely enough to see.
Faugh! Your religion is not for me.”
“Ho there, my men! Just take this wretch,
Put a hook in his ribs and give him a stretch.”