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SEARCHING THE MANOR-HOUSE.

Flutter, feather, flutter,
Flutter, feather, flutter,
From head to heel, an't we covered with steel?
Why, then, let the mad fools mutter;
Our colours shall flap and flutter.
Banner, struggle, banner,
The parliament claims this manor;
Are we not tough, in our iron and buff?
Tough as the oaks of the manor?
Up, then, lads, with the banner.
A pottle of sack—a pottle—
And give us the merriest bottle;
Great judges of wine, are these lads of mine;
The oldest wine in your bottle,
You butler, there, a pottle.
Rattle, drummers, rattle,
I see the fools will battle;
And trumpeters blow, till your eye-balls show;
Sound for the instant battle—
Fire! when the drum-sticks rattle.