It was furnished with benches and rough tables: at one end were casks. The benches were crowded with soldiers, every man with a pot before him, and the varlets were running backwards and forwards with cans of ale and cider. Most of the men were smoking pipes of tobacco, and they were singing a song which seemed to have no end. One bawled the lines, and when it came to the 'Let the hautboys play!' and the 'Huzza!' they all roared out together:-- Now, now, the Duke's health, And let the hautboys play, While the troops on their march shall roar Huzza! huzza! huzza! Now, now, the Duke's health, And let the hautboys play, While the drums and the trumpets sound from the shore Huzza! huzza! huzza! They sang this verse several times over. Then another began-- Now, now, Lord Grey's health, And let the hautboys play, While the troops on their march shall roar Huzza! huzza! huzza! Now, now, Lord Grey's health, And let the hautboys play, While the drums and the trumpets sound from the shore Huzza! huzza! huzza! Next a third voice took it up-- Now, now, the Colonel's health, And let the hautboys play, and then a fourth and a fifth, and the last verse was bawled as lustily and with so much joy that one would have thought the mere singing would have gotten them the victory. Men are so made, I suppose, that they cannot work together without singing and music to keep up their hearts. Sailors sing when they weigh anchor; men who unlade ships sing as they carry out the bales; even Cromwell's Ironsides could not march in silence, but sang Psalms as they marched. The sun was set and the twilight falling when we left the camp; and there was no abatement of the roaring and singing, but rather an increase. 'They will go on,' said Robin, 'until the drink or their money gives out; then they will lie down and sleep. You have now seen our camp, Sweetheart. It is not, truth to say, as decorous as a conventicle, nor is the talk so godly as in Sir Christopher's hall. For rough fellows there must be rough play; in a month these lads will be veterans; the singing will have grown stale to them; the black-eyed gipsy-women will have no more power to charm away their money; they will understand the meaning of war; the camp will be sober if it is not religious.' So we walked homewards, I, for my part, saddened to think in what a spirit of riot these young men, whom I had pictured so full of godly zeal, were preparing to meet the chance of immediate death and judgment. 'Sweet,' said Robin, 'I read thy thoughts in thy troubled eyes. Pray for us. Some will fight none the worse for knowing that there are good women who pray for them.'