~~~ Dansker Eld ( The Old Dane ) ~~~
~ Dansker Eld (The Old Dane)~
" Ho!, flagonned flap-dragon and a glass of Canary,
Wanton romage astir, groats for oelliad Mary;
Swarthy hallowmas nighted o'er lode-star a twire,
Erewhile orgulous chanson, shoughs 'clined by the fire.
Beef-witted thewes challenge sleet-bitten whitely,
To a ham-fisted bout, whe'er deboshed or unsightly;
Giglots doth quail neareth red-latticed inn,
Ouphe are wimpled and elf-skinned in buboes of sin.
Thrasonical falconers gyve staniel which chafe,
Haunting ruddock 'n' ousel-cock soaring in strafe.
Pounet-boxed quacks threne mort's pestilent airs,
O'er a scion's lethe slumbers 'midst unholy cares.
Dudgeon-cursed bisson of bootless report,
Art but blood-boltered bastions beshrewed by retort;
Woe! thy merry old Albion cries merry no more,
Sith pale horsemen eye life nowst dread plague's at her door." ©