Humour of the North

by Lawrence J. Burpee

Though Shakespeare would not in his lines

His language recognise

Instead of "Come, where is this young——?"

This man of bone and brawn,

He squares himself and bellows, "Time!

Fetch your Orlandos on!"

"Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man,"

Fair Rosalind said she,

As the two wrestlers in the ring

Grapple right furiously;