"Why," said the knight, "did you not tell me that this water was from

the well of your blessed patron, St Dunstan?"

"Ay, truly," said the hermit, "and many a hundred of pagans did he

baptize there, but I never heard that he drank any of it. Every thing

should be put to its proper use in this world. St Dunstan knew, as well

as any one, the prerogatives of a jovial friar."

And so saying, he reached the harp, and entertained his guest with

the following characteristic song, to a sort of derry-down chorus,

appropriate to an old English ditty. [24] THE BAREFOOTED FRIAR.

1.

I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain,

To search Europe through, from Byzantium to Spain;

But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you tire,

So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.

2.

Your knight for his lady pricks forth in career,

And is brought home at even-song prick'd through with a spear;

I confess him in haste--for his lady desires

No comfort on earth save the Barefooted Friar's.

3.

Your monarch?--Pshaw! many a prince has been known

To barter his robes for our cowl and our gown,

But which of us e'er felt the idle desire

To exchange for a crown the grey hood of a Friar!

4.

The Friar has walk'd out, and where'er he has gone,

The land and its fatness is mark'd for his own;

He can roam where he lists, he can stop when he tires,

For every man's house is the Barefooted Friar's.

5.

He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes

May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums

For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire,

Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar.

6.

He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot,

They broach the brown ale, and they fill the black pot,

And the goodwife would wish the goodman in the mire,

Ere he lack'd a soft pillow, the Barefooted Friar.

7.

Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope,

The dread of the devil and trust of the Pope;

For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar,

Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.

"By my troth," said the knight, "thou hast sung well and lustily, and in

high praise of thine order. And, talking of the devil, Holy Clerk,

are you not afraid that he may pay you a visit during some of your

uncanonical pastimes?"

"I uncanonical!" answered the hermit; "I scorn the charge--I scorn it

with my heels!--I serve the duty of my chapel duly and truly--Two masses

daily, morning and evening, primes, noons, and vespers, 'aves, credos,

paters'---"




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