He rode with his men, and he came to the Mere, When a shout for the Philipsons burst on his ear; And his errand sped well; for the Whigs to a man, At the sight of his horsemen, all mounted and ran. "Now listen, my Brother!--I stay'd by the Isle, Whilst thou for the King wert array'd at Carlisle; I have stood by thy treasure; I've guarded thy store; I have kept our good name; and now this I'll do more! "Yon braggart, that thief-like came on in the dark, And thought to catch Robin--but miss'd his good mark! I'll repay him his visit; and, by the great King! I'll be straight with the varlet, and make his casque ring."-- With a half-score of horsemen, next Sunday at morn, While the sound of the bells o'er the meadows was borne, To the Kent he rode easily--on to the town-- And along the dull street--with clenched hand and dark frown. "Is there none of this Boaster's fanatical crew In all Kendal to give me the welcome that's due? Not a blade of old Noll's, or in street or in porch? By the Rood, then I'll look for such grace in the church!" He spurr'd his wild horse through the open church door; He spurr'd to the chancel, and scann'd it well o'er; Then turned by the Altar, and glanced at each one Of the Roundheads that leapt from their knees, and look'd on. But their Leader, the trooper, his foe at the Mere, His eye could not 'light on--"He cannot be here!" So he rushed at the portal; but not ere arose From the panic-loosed swordsmen harsh words and hard blows. He dashed at the doorway, unstooping; a stroke From the arch rent his helmet, his saddle-girths broke; Half-stunn'd from the ground he strove up to his steed, And ungirth'd has he mounted, and off with good speed. With his men at his back, that stood keeping true ward By each gate, when he entered alone the churchyard, Soon left he the rebel rout straggling behind; And was off to his Mere like a hawk on the wind. And there with his half-score of horsemen once more He cross'd to his calm little Isle, from the shore; And then said bold Robin--"I've miss'd him, tis true; But I paid back his visit--so much was his due! "Had I caught but a glance of the low canting knave, The next psalm that they sung had been over his grave!"-- And they guess'd through all Westmorland whose was the hand That would dare such a deed with so feeble a band. Saying--"Robin the Devil, who man never fear'd, Would have dared to take Satan himself by the beard; Then why not a troublesome Whig at his prayers! --He'll not try to catch Robin again unawares." NOTES TO "ROBIN THE DEVIL'S COURTESY."