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O'er-shadowing laurels deck,
£xulting o'er his lot,
DAUGHTERs of ALBioN, weep :
O gently close the eye
With knots of sweetest flowers
For beautiful in death
While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray,
He has doffed the silk doublet the breast-plate to bear, He has placed the steel-cap o'er his long flowing hair, From his belt to his stirrup his broadsword hangsdown, Heaven shield the brave gallant that fights for the crown!
For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws,
They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all
There's Derby and Cavendish, dread of their foes;
There's Erin's high Ormond, and Scotland's Montrose!
Would you match the base Skippon, and Massy, and Brown,
With the barons of England who fight for the crown
Now joy to the crest of the brave cavalier?
Be his banner unconquered, resistless his spear,
Till in peace and in triumph his toils he may drown,
In a pledge to fair England, her church, and her crown!