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and can, Duke Philip took his way; Babes yet unborn shall never see The like of such a day. The stout and ever thirsty duke A vow to God did make, His pleasure within Cumberland, Three live long nights to take. Sir Musgrave, too, of Martindale, A true and worthy knight, Eftsoons with him a bargain made, In drinking to delight. The bumpers swiftly pass'd about, Six in a hand went round, And, with their calling for more wine They made the hall resound. Now when these merry tidings reach'd The Earl of Harold's ears, "And am I (quoth he, with an oath) Thus slighted by my peers. "Saddle my steed, bring forth my boots, I'll be with them and quick; And, master Sheriff, come you too; We'll know this scurvy trick," "Lo, yonder doth Earl Harold come!" Did one at table say. "'Tis well," replied the mettled duke; "How will he get away?" When thus the Earl began, "Great duke, I'll know how this did chance, Without inviting me! sure this You did not learn in France. "One of us two for this offence Under the board shall lie; I know thee well, a duke thou art, So, some years hence shall I. "But trust me, Wharton, pity 'twere So much good wine to spill, As these companions here may drink, Ere they have had their fill. "Let thou and I, in bumpers full, This grand affair decide"-- "Accursed be he," duke Wharton said, "By whom it is denied." To Andrews, and to Hotham fair, Many a pint went round, And many a gallant gentleman Lay sick upon the ground. When, at the last, the duke espied He had the earl secure, He plied him with a full pint glass, Which laid him on the floor. Who never spoke more words than these After he downward sunk, "My worthy friends, revenge my fall, Duke Wharton sees me drunk." Then, with a groan, duke Philip took The sick man by the joint, And said, "Earl Harold, 'stead of thee, Would I had drank the pint! "Alack! my very heart doth bleed, And doth within me sink For surely a more sober earl Did never swallow drink." With that the Sheriff, in a rage, To see the earl so smit, Vowed to revenge the dead-drunk peer Upon renown'd S
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