And by the Virgin Mary's grace,
Were they twice seven, on the sod
I would not yield a foot of space.
"Come on, come on, you sneaking band,
And show your valiance in the light;
With good sword in each valiant hand,
See, mine is ready for the fight.
"If weaponless is one of you,
To him my own sword I will lend;
With this good dagger, keen and true,