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Forthwith the armed Company
Marching down the banks of Were.
Said fearless Norton to the Pair
Gone forth to hail him on the Plain—
“This meeting, noble Lords! looks fair,
I bring with me a goodly train;
Their hearts are with you:—hill and dale
Have helped us:—Ure we crossed, and Swale,
And horse and harness followed—see
The best part of their Yeomanry!
—Stand forth, my Sons!—these eight are mine,
Whom to this service I commend;
Which way soe’er our fate incline
These will be faithful to the end;
They are my all”—voice failed him here,
“My all save one, a Daughter dear!
Whom I have left, the mildest birth,
The meekest Child on this blessed earth.
