St Nicholas [serial] . 11*1 ,-?,£* THEY HURTLED DOWN THE WIND. i897.] YE LILY MAYDEN AND YE LYTTEL TAYLOR-BOYE. 37. they clanged together with a bang! Not so, I wot, cried Launcelot; Herr Jan, that cannot be;For be she fair to thee, I swearShe is more fair to me. Now if to be less fair to meDoth hint a covert slur,Cried Jan, thou art a cravenAnd a common cockle-bur! • A cockle-bur ? cried Launcelot, With fury in his eye. Thou painted waxen jig-a-bob,Apologize or die ! With which he launched a swinging blow That touched a tender spot;Whereat Herr Jan straightway beganTo thump Sir Launcelot. Can
St Nicholas [serial] . 11*1 ,-?,£* THEY HURTLED DOWN THE WIND. i897.] YE LILY MAYDEN AND YE LYTTEL TAYLOR-BOYE. 37. they clanged together with a bang! Not so, I wot, cried Launcelot; Herr Jan, that cannot be;For be she fair to thee, I swearShe is more fair to me. Now if to be less fair to meDoth hint a covert slur,Cried Jan, thou art a cravenAnd a common cockle-bur! • A cockle-bur ? cried Launcelot, With fury in his eye. Thou painted waxen jig-a-bob,Apologize or die ! With which he launched a swinging blow That touched a tender spot;Whereat Herr Jan straightway beganTo thump Sir Launcelot. Canto each for lack of breath gave back,And sprang upon his horse, Girt up his gear and couched his spear To lay his foe a corse;And with mad roars, like two wild boars, They hurtled down the wind;So swiftly, too, their good steeds flew They left their tails behind. They clanged together with a bang Like some tremendous drum!# # # # # Their good steeds sat down suddenly, And wished they had not spears were split to kindling-wood; And, oh, their heads did sing!If any welkin had been there, The
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