Woodstock; or, the Cavalier by Sir Walter Scott
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They pray'd amain; and, as they say,
---- ---- Approach of day did cleere the doubt, For all devotions were run out, They now waxt strong and something stout, One peaked Under the bed, but nought was there; He view'd the chamber ev'ry where, Nothing apear'd but what, for feare. They leaked. Their stomachs then return'd apace, They found the mutton in the place, And fell unto it with a grace. They laughed Each at the other's pannick feare, And each his bed-fellow did jeere, And having sent for ale and beere, They quaffed. And then abroad the summons went, Who'll buy king's-land o' th' Parliament? A paper-book contein'd the rent, Which lay there; That did contein the severall farmes, Quit-rents, knight services, and armes; |
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