Rewards his soldiers ill.”—“God save the king!”
With hand upon his heart, old Allan said,
“I wear his uniform, I eat his bread,
And whilst I’ve tooth to bite a cartridge, all
For him and Britain’s fame I’ll stand or fall.”
“Bravo!” cried Ronald. “I commend your zeal,”
Quoth Norman, “and I see your heart is leal;
But I have prayed my soul may never thrive
If thou shouldst leave this house of ours alive.
Nor shalt thou; in this home protract thy breath