Upon his shoulder bone;
"Shall I leave them all for Armour,
Or shall I take but one?"
Never an answer spake St Maur,
And never a word he said:
There was not one o' the mason men
Looked half so wan and dead.
The gipsy's ta'en the frighted child
And set him in the wall:
"There's a bonny game to play, little man,