This is my native land , this burrow in the earth ! Come rain or wind -- and whether it 's April , and the birds all sing , and the blossoms fall about my bed -- or whether it 's winter , and I sit alone with my good gossip the fire , and robin red breast twitters in the woods -- here , is my church and market , and my wife and child . It 's here I come back to , and it 's here , so please the saints , that I would like to die . '' '' 'T is a warm corner , to be sure , '' replied Dick , `` and a pleasant , and a well hid . '' `` It had need to be , '' returned Lawless , `` for an they found it , Master Shelton , it would break my heart . But here , '' he added , burrowing with his stout fingers in the sandy floor , `` here is my wine cellar ; and ye shall have a flask of excellent strong stingo . '' Sure enough , after but a little digging , he produced a big leathern bottle of about a gallon , nearly three-parts full of a very heady and sweet wine ; and when they had drunk to each other comradely , and the fire had been replenished and blazed up again , the pair lay at full length , thawing and steaming , and divinely warm . `` Master Shelton , '' observed the outlaw , `` y ' ` ave had two mischances this last while , and y ' are like to lose the maid -- do I take it aright ? '' `` Aright ! '' returned Dick , nodding his head . `` Well , now , '' continued Lawless , `` hear an old fool that hath been nigh-hand everything , and seen nigh-hand all ! Ye go too much on other people 's errands , Master Dick . Ye go on Ellis 's ; but he desireth rather the death of Sir Daniel . Ye go on Lord Foxham 's ; well -- the saints preserve him ! -- doubtless he meaneth well . But go ye upon your own , good Dick . Come right to the maid 's side . Court her , lest that she forget you . Be ready ; and when the chance shall come , off with her at the saddle-bow . '' `` Ay , but , Lawless , beyond doubt she is now in Sir Daniel 's own mansion . ''
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Ay Daniel Dick Lawless desireth fall fire leathern saddle-bow stingo