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Boot, saddle,
to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens the blue from its silvery grey,
(Chorus)
"Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Ride past
the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
(Chorus)
"Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Forty miles
off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array:
Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus)
"Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Who? My wife
Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?"
(Chorus)
"Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
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