He flang his cloak from off his shoulders,
His psalm-book out of his hand flung he,
He clap’d his hand upon the hedge,
And o’er lap he right wantonly.
39.
When Grahame did see his bully come,
The salt tear stood long in his eye;
‘Now needs must I say that thou art a man,
That dare venture thy body to fight with me.
40.