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                             A Code Of Morals

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that set the miles at naught. 

And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked, per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise-
At e’en, the dying sunset bore her husband’s homilies. 

He warned her ‘gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as ‘gainst the blandishments paternal of the old;
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs)
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs. 

‘Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, that tittupped on the
way,
When they beheld a heliograph temptestuously at play;
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and burned
So stopped to take the message down – and this is what they
learned:

“Dash dot dot, dot, dot dash, dot dash dot” twice.  The General
swore.
“Was ever General Officer addressed as ‘dear’ before?
“My Love,’ I’ faith!  ‘My Duck,’ Gadzooks!  ‘My darling
popsywop!’
Spirit of great Lord Wolseley, who is on that mountain top?” 

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the gilded Staff were still,
As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message from the
hill;
For, clear as summer’s lightning flare, the husband’s warning ran:
“Don’t dance or ride with General Bangs – a most immoral man.” 

(At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise –
But, howsoever Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.)
With damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife
Some interesting details of the General’s private life. 

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the shining Staff were still,
And red and ever redder grew the General’s shaven gill.
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not):
“I think we’ve tapped a private line.  Hi! Threes about there!
Trot!”
 

All honor unto Bangs, for ne’er did Jones thereafter know
By word or act official who read off that helio.;
But the tale is on the Frontier, and from Michni to Mooltan
They know the worthy General as “that most immoral man.”

 

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English: Allan-a-Dale

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Robin Hood And Allan-A-Dale

Come listen to me, you gallants so free,
   All you that love mirth for to hear,
And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,
   That lived in Nottinghamshire.

As Robin Hood in the forest stood,
   All under the greenwood tree,
There was he aware of a brave young man,
   As fine as fine might be.

The youngster was clad in scarlet red,
   In scarlet fine and gay;
And he did frisk it over the plain,
   And chanted a roundelay.

As Robin Hood next morning stood
   Among the leaves so gay,
There did he espy the same young man
   Come drooping along the way.

The scarlet he wore the day before
   It was clean cast away;
And at every step he fetched a sigh,
   “Alas! and well-a-day!” 

Then stepped forth brave Little John,
   And Midge, the miller’s son;
Which made the young man bend his bow
   When as he see them come.

“Stand off! stand off!” the young man said,
   “What is your will with me?”
“You must come before our master straight,
   Under yon greenwood tree.”

And when he came bold Robin before,
   Robin asked him courteously,
“O, hast thou any money to spare,
   For my merry men and me?”

“I have no money,” the young man said,
   “But five shillings and a ring;
And that I have kept these seven long years,
    To have at my wedding. 

“Yesterday I should have married a maid,
   But she was from me ta’en,
And chosen to be an old knight’s delight,
   Whereby my poor heart is slain.” 

“What is thy name?” then said Robin Hood,
   “Come tell me, without any fail.”
“By the faith of my body,” then said the young man,
   “My name it is Allen-a-Dale.” 

“What wilt thou give me,” said Robin Hood,
   “In ready gold or fee,
To help thee to thy true-love again,
   And deliver her unto thee?” 

“I have no money,” then quoth the young man,
   “No ready gold nor fee,
But I will swear upon a book
   Thy true servant for to be.” 

“How many miles is it to thy true-love?
Come tell me without guile.”
“By the faith of my body,” then said the young man,
   “It is but five little mile.” 

Then Robin he hasted over the plain;
   He did neither stint nor lin,
Until he came unto the church
   Where Allen should keep his weddin’. 

“What dost thou here?” the bishop then said;
   “I prithee now tell unto me.”
“I am a bold harper,” quoth Robin Hood,
   “And the best in the north country.” 

“Oh welcome, oh welcome,” the bishop he said;
   “That music best pleaseth me.”
“You shall have no music,” quoth Robin Hood,
   “Till the bride and the bridegroom I see.” 

With that came in a wealthy knight,
   Which was both grave and old;
And after him a finikin lass,
   Did shine like glistering gold. 

“This is not fit match,” quoth Robin Hood,
   “that you do seem to make here;
For since we are come unto the church,
   The bride shall chuse her own dear.” 

Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
   And blew blasts two or three;
When four-and-twenty yeomen bold
   Came leaping over the lea. 

And when they came into the church-yard,
   Marching all in a row,
The first man was Allen-a-Dale,
   To give bold Robin his bow. 

“This is thy true love,” Robin he said.
   “Young Allen, as I hear say:
And you shall be married at this same time,
   Before we depart away.” 

“That shall not be,” the bishop he cried,
   “For thy word it shall not stand;
They shall be three times asked in the church,
   As the law is of our land.” 

Robin Hood pulled off the bishop’s coat,
   And put it upon Little John;
“By the faith of my body,” then Robin said,
   “This cloth doth make thee a man.” 

When Little John went into the quire,
   The people began to laugh;
He asked them seven times into church,
   Lest three times should not be enough. 

“Who gives me this maid?” then said Little John,
   Quoth Robin Hood, “That do I;
And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,
   Full dearly he shall her buy.” 

And then having ended this merry wedding,
   The bride looked as fresh as a queen;
And so they returned to the merry greenwood,
   Among the leaves so green.

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