 | Youthful Verses by Francis Thompson |  |
A SONG OF HOMILDON.
Now every man from hill and plain
Follow the banner of Percy;
For into Northumberland, trampling o'er slain,
The doughty Earl Douglas hath forayed amain,
And scorneth all ruth or mercy!
Follow the banner of Percy;
For into Northumberland, trampling o'er slain,
The doughty Earl Douglas hath forayed amain,
And scorneth all ruth or mercy!
Hotspur hath girded his harness on,
And plucked his sword from the scabbard;
He led his army to Homildon,
There, ere the ruddy moon be done,
The lion must yield to the libbard.
And plucked his sword from the scabbard;
He led his army to Homildon,
There, ere the ruddy moon be done,
The lion must yield to the libbard.
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