Chapter 93 No.93

Eustace, I said, did blithely mark

The first notes of the merry lark.

The lark sang shrill, the cock he crew,

And loudly Marmion's bugles blew,

And with their light and lively call,

Brought groom and yeoman to the stall.

Whistling they came, and free of heart,

But soon their mood was changed;

Complaint was heard on every par