_Rokeby_ was the next important poem produced by Scott,――it appeared early in 1813, and was quickly followed by a burlesque, entitled “JOKEBY; _a Burlesque on Rokeby_. A Poem in Six Cantos, by an Amateur of Fashion.” To which are added _Occasional Notes_, by our most popular characters. London, printed for Thomas Tegg, 1813. The notes are in imitation of the style of learned commentators, and are signed by Sheridan, Kemble, Colman, and others. The only portion of this now-forgotten parody which is worth quoting, is a song founded on that in Canto III. _Rokeby_, commencing:―― “O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen.” SONG. Oh, Giles’s lads are brave and gay, The pride of Dyott Street, And though in dwellings low they stay, Yet snug is their retreat. And as I walked thro’ Russel-square, To see what I could see, A fair one from a window there Was singing merrily _Chorus_―― “Oh, Giles’s lads are brave and gay, The pride of Dyott Street; I’d rather with my Cymon stray, Than live in country seat.” If, fair, thou wou’dst for me agree, To leave this house and place, Thou first must guess what boys we are, Who sweet St. Giles’s grace. And if thou can’st this riddle tell, As tell you may with ease, Then shalt thou enter soon our cell, As merry as you please. _Chorus_―― Yet sung she “Giles’s lads are gay, The pride of Dyott Street; I’d rather with my Cymon stray, Than live in country seat.” “I guess you by your awkward feet, And by your stoop to boot; I guess you for a taylor meet, To make a marriage _suit_.” “A taylor, madam, bends his knees, And not for sake of prayer; His legs are always fix’d at ease, And mine are here and there.” _Chorus_―― Yet sung she, “Giles’s lads are gay, The pride of Dyott Street; I wish I could with Cymon stray, And see his snug retreat.” “By the fine compliments I’ve met, And by your gallant airs, I guess you for a ’Squire’s valet, Who for him lies and swears.” “No servant I to any Squire, Nor yet a place have I, And when that trials hard require, I can both swear and lie.” _Chorus_―― And, oh! though Giles’s lads are gay, The pride of Dyott Street, Yet never lass with me shall stray, To see our snug retreat. “Lady, a shameful life I lead, A shameful death I’ll die; The man who labours hard for bread Were better spouse than I. And when I meet my comrades rare, In places distant far; We all forget what once we were, Nor think on what we are.”