They never noticed the Oak , Ash and Thorn leaves that Puck had slyly thrown into their laps . SIR RICHARD 'S SONG I followed my Duke ere I was a lover , To take from England fief and fee ; But now this game is the other way over -- But now England hath taken me ! I had my horse , my shield and banner , And a boy 's heart , so whole and free ; But now I sing in another manner -- But now England hath taken me ! As for my Father in his tower , Asking news of my ship at sea ; He will remember his own hour -- Tell him England hath taken me ! As for my Mother in her bower , That rules my Father so cunningly ; She will remember a maiden 's power -- Tell her England hath taken me ! As for my Brother in Rouen city , A nimble and naughty page is he ; But he will come to suffer and pity -- Tell him England hath taken me ! As for my little Sister waiting In the pleasant orchards of Normandie ; Tell her youth is the time of mating -- Tell her England hath taken me ! As for my Comrades in camp and highway , That lift their eyebrows scornfully ; Tell them their way is not my way -- Tell them England hath taken me ! Kings and Princes and Barons famed , Knights and Captains in your degree ; Hear me a little before I am blamed -- Seeing England hath taken me ! Howso great man 's strength be reckoned , There are two things he can not flee ; Love is the first , and Death is the second -- And Love , in England , hath taken me ! THE KNIGHTS OF THE JOYOUS VENTURE HARP SONG OF THE DANE WOMEN What is a woman that you forsake her , And the hearth-fire and the home-acre , To go with the old grey Widow-maker ? She has no house to lay a guest in -- But one chill bed for all to rest in , That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in . She has no strong white arms to fold you , But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you Bound on the rocks where the tide has rolled you . Yet , when the signs of summer thicken , And the ice breaks , and the birch-buds quicken , Yearly you turn from our side , and sicken -- Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters , -- You steal away to the lapping waters , And look at your ship in her winter quarters . You forget our mirth , and talk at the tables , The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables -- To pitch her sides and go over her cables ! Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow : And the sound of your oar-blades falling hollow Is all we have left through the months to follow . Ah , what is a Woman that you forsake her , And the hearth-fire and the home-acre , To go with the old grey Widow-maker ? It was too hot to run about in the open , so Dan asked their friend , old Hobden , to take their own dinghy from the pond and put her on the brook at the bottom of the garden . Her painted name was the Daisy , but for exploring expeditions she was the Golden Hind or the Long Serpent , or some such suitable name . Dan hiked and howked with a boat-hook -LRB- the brook was too narrow for sculls -RRB- , and Una punted with a piece of hop-pole .
When they came to a very shallow place -LRB- the Golden XXXXX drew quite three inches of water -RRB- they disembarked and scuffled her over the gravel by her tow-rope , and when they reached the overgrown banks beyond the garden they pulled themselves up stream by the low branches .
Barons Duke Hind Rouen first hearth-fire hour kine oar-blades second