Hawk and BuckleAuthor(s): Robert GravesSource: Poetry, Vol. 14, No. 5 (Aug., 1919), p. 254Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572227 .

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HAWK AND BUCKLE

Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mlaster Straddler this hot summer weather? He's along in the tap room with fat cheeks a-chuckle, And ten bold companions all drinking together.

Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather? She sits in the parlor with smell of honeysuckle, Triimmiing her bonnet with white ostrich feather.

XVhere is the ostler of old Haxvk and Buckle, And what of Willy Dodger this hot summer weather? lie is rubbing his eyes with a slow and lazy knuckle

As he wakes from his nap on a bank of fresh heather.

'Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather? lie is bobbing for tiddlers in a little trickle-truckle

With his line and his hook and his breeches of leather.

Where is the she-goat of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather? She stays not contented with mickle or with muckle, Straining for daisies at the end of her tether.

For this is our motto at old Hawk and Buckle WVe cling to it close and we sing all together: "Every soul for himself at our old Hawk and Buckle,

And devil take the hindmost this hot summer weather."

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