The Golee Boars for Thee

England, impatient of your just demands, have put himself in arms. With him along has come the mother queen and at, stirring him to blood and strife. A wonder, lady, lord, upon thy wish. Our massonjell, Chateon, he's arrived. What in long says, say briefly, the golee boars for thee. Then turn your forces from this pultry seat and stir them up against a mighty your task.