gayathri

I think that folks are going to have a very skewed version of the things I liked to read as a kidlet - but maybe that's ok. As I was pulling on my motorcycle boots this morning, this poem popped into my head, and the line I could remember was 'Boot, saddle, to horse and away, Rescue my castle before the hot day...'

So I looked it up, by Robert Browning, and I do remember racing around my backyard singing this to myself, hunting dragons and rescuing princesses.

III. BOOT AND SADDLE.

I.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,

CHORUS.---Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

II.

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!''

III.

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!''

IV.

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!''