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

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay
Laughs whеn you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've bеtter counsellors; what counsel they?
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"