Denys;
But King Louis bold his way doth hold,
Mount Joye St. Denys.
Ho ho, the ravine is 'narrow I ween,
Lah billah el billah, hurrah.
The hills near and far the Frank's way do bar,
Lah billah el billah, hurrah.'
"It ought to be 'Allah el Allah,' but you know that really does mean
a holy name, and Armine thought we ought not to have it. It was
delightful making the ballad, for all the Christian verses have
'Mount Joye St. Denys' in the different lines, and all the Turkish
ones 'Lah billah,' till Sir Gilbert comes in, and then his war-cry
goes instead—-
"'On, on, ye Franks, hew down their ranks,
Up, merry men, for the Ermine!
For Christian right 'gainst Pagan might,
Up, merry men, for the Ermine!'
but one day Jock got hold of it, and wrote a parody on it."
"Oh what a shame! Weren't you very angry?"
"It was so funny, one could not help laughing.
"'Come on, old Turk, you'll find hot work—-
Pop goes the weasel!
They cut and run; my eyes, what fun!--
Pop goes the weasel!'"
"How could you bear it? I won't hear a bit more. It is dreadful."
"Miss Ogilvie says if one likes a thing very much, parodies don't
hurt one's love," said Babie.
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