But the maidens fair of Dryburgh
Must do without their beaux,
While young Pleycynge and de Vorley
Go forth to fight the foes;
To fight them where in Sludgeboro’s lakes
The pike at their quarry dash,
And the silver moon on the deep lagoon
Sees the wild fowl dive and splash.
And now on the Sludgebro’ tennis-lawn
Is met a surging crowd,