BOOK IV
THE RIDE TO YORK
Then one halloo, boys! one loud cheering halloo!
To the swiftest of coursers, the gallant, the true,
For the sportsman unborn shall the memory bless
Of the horse of the highwayman, bonny Black Bess.
Richard Turpin.
CHAPTER I
THE RENDEZVOUS AT KILBURN
Hind. Drink deep, my brave boys, of the bastinado;
Of stramazons, tinctures, and slié passatas;
Of the carricado, and rare embrocado;
Of blades, and rapier-hilts of surest guard;
Of the Vincentio and Burgundian ward.
Have we not bravely tossed this bombast foil-button?
Win gold and wear gold, boys, 'tis we that merit it.