Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

And, while a merry catch I troll,

Let each the buxom chorus bear,

Like brethren of the brand and spear.”

V.

SOLDIER’S SONG.

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule[331]

Laid a swinging[332] long curse on the bonny brown bowl,

That there’s wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,[333]

And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;[334]

Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,