And after contention fierce and tough
Which combatant first shall sing “enough.”
From slumber rouse, let no time be lost,
Forward for Stockbridge through snow and frost,
Near which, when with creature comfort warmed,
Shall the stakes be pitch’d and the ring be form’d.
Strong was the muster upon that day
Of plebeians low and Corinthians gay,
But the beaks for Hants had in anger vow’d
No mill in their county should be allow’d.