There is time enough yet! They shall know in the parish
That Peer has come sailing aloft o’er the seas!
I’ll get back the farmstead by fair means or foul;—
I will build it anew; it shall shine like a palace.
But none shall be suffered to enter the hall!
They shall stand at the gateway, all twirling their caps;—
They shall beg and beseech—that they freely may do;
But none gets so much as a farthing of mine.
If I’ve had to howl ’neath the lashes of fate,
Trust me to find folks I can lash in my turn——