Ride! Ride! Ride!
Fast as feather or fur!"
That is my sort! But come, welcome! Will you drink? Will you play? Will you 'list? Come, the night is young,
"For the night-sky is red,
And the burgher's abed,
And bold Pappenheim's raiding the lea!"
Which shall it be, friend?'
'I will drink with you or play with you, captain,' I answered, seeing nothing else for it, 'so far as a poor man may; but as for enlisting, I am satisfied with my present service.'
'Ha! ha! I can quite understand that!' he answered, winking tipsily. 'Woman, lovely woman! Here's to her! Here's to her! Here's to her, lads of the free company!
"Drink, lads, drink!
Firkin and flagon and flask.
Hands, lads, hands!