Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, And he by friar's lanthorn led, Tells how the drudging Goblin swet Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. 10 |
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, And he by friar's lanthorn led, Tells how the drudging Goblin swet Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. 10 |