Shouting vociferously, “Might shall be right!”
E’en in the days of our good Queen Bess,
Ashwood and Priestwood were forced to confess
The power of seven score madden’d with wine,
Who stole their best oxen, their sheep and their kyne.
These customs were past when our Earl’s noble ancestor
Fair Frances won, and the Lord of all blest her
With children whose numerous descendants were famed
For talents, for actions, for virtues oft named,—
Talents acknowledged by Peel, Byron, Moore,