November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
For Love will still be lord of all.
Welcome as the flowers in May.
"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.
Treason seldom dwells with courage.