20 Then leave us to ourselves with these, We'll rule and turn them as we please. Dear Doctor! if you grant our wishes, We promise you five hundred kisses ; And rather than th' affair be blundered. We'll give you six score to the hundred.
A BETH GELERT. The spearman heard the bugle sound, And cheerly smilled the morn, And many a brach, and many a hound, Attend Llewellyn's horn: And still he blew a louder blast, And gave a louder cheer ; Come Gelert! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear? Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? The flower of all his race! So true, so brave,-a lamb at home, A lion in the clase !" Twas only at Llewellyn's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watch'd, he served, he cheer'd his lord, And sentinel'd his bed,
