HE WILL BE THERE!
I
He will be there!
On his white Arab steed, in his bright suit of mail,
He will poise the good lance, never yet known to fail.
He will be there!
Oh, the gauntlet he'll seize that the proudest throw down,
And on conquerors conquer'd he'll raise his renown.
He will be there!
II
I will be there!
The gem that I gave on his helmet will shine,
And the name that he breathes in the fight will be mine.
I will be there!
A thousand bright eyes my love's triumph will see,
My love 'mid ten thousand would single out me.
I will be there!