So get ye forth where dun deer play—
Hey ho, Dolly comes again!
The greenwood is the place for me,
For that is where the dun deer be,
’Tis where my Dolly comes to me:
And who would stay at home,
That might with Dolly roam?
Sing hey ho, come and kiss me, Dolly!”
Lemprière, perspiring with the exertion, mopped his forehead, then lapsed into a plaintive mood.
“I’ve had naught but trouble of late,” he wheezed. “Trouble! trouble! trouble! like gnats on a filly’s flank!” and in spluttering words, twice bracketed in muscadella, he told of Michel de la Forêt’s arrest, and of his purpose to go to England if he could get a boat to take him.