The Hostel, or Inn, VII

Four-and-twenty huntsmen keen Round the table sat, I ween; Four-and-twenty footmen neat, Plied the beer, and served the meat: Landlady, and daughter fair Paid their due obedience there. Well I ween, each gallant youth, Cast an eye upon the maid; Each thought his look, in real truth, By the maiden’s well repaid: One alone, of all the crew, More than all the others knew; What he knew, I may not tell, But the maiden knew full well.