Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
brightens the 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 when you talk of surrendering, “Nay!
I’ve better counsellors; what counsel they?"
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

- Robert Browning