“I am not drunk, Lady Shane,” he said:
“And so late it cannot be;
The clock struck one as I enter-ed—
I heard it two times or three;
It must be the salmon on which I fed
Has been too many for me.”
“Go tell your tale, Lord Lovell,” she said:
“To the maritime cavalree,
To your grandam of the hoary head—
To any one but me.