He sliced the feather from off my beaver,
And ran his sword twice into my groin."
Then out whipp'd blades: the horns they
sounded,
The field came flocking in thick and fast,
But Sir Walter flogged at the barking rabble,
And through them all like a whirlwind passed.
"A hundred guineas to seize the traitor!"
Cried the Justice, purple and white with rage,
Then such a spurring, whipping, and flogging,