THE FOUR COMRADES.
After the Battle.
I.
There were two comrades stout and free,
Within the Wood of Barnalee,
Under the spreading oaken tree.
II.
The sun poured down his ruddy light
On blooming wold and purple height;
The wild birds sang, the streams rang bright.
III.
There they sat at set of sun,
Their battle fought, their victory won:
Sir Hugh le Poer, that heart of fire,
And the dark Minstrel with his lyre,
Thinking thinking mournfully,
Under the spreading oaken tree,
Of their gallant comrades twain
Lying on the battle plain.
IV.
Comrades to their latest breath,
True in life and true in death,
God give them peace, God shield them well,
Those who escaped and those who fell.
