“Let knavish landsmen think such dirty things,
We’re British tars, and British tars are kings.”
But the Green-Man shall I pass by unsung,
Which mine own James upon his sign-post hung?
His sign his image, - for he was once seen
A squire’s attendant, clad in keeper’s green;
Ere yet, with wages more and honour less,
He stood behind me in a graver dress.
James in an evil hour went forth to woo
Young Juliet Hart, and was her Romeo: