Look upon thy soldiers true,
That risk hanging, fire, and sword
For thy Word!
And for their dear Fatherland!
Beat the drum! Beat the drum!
Drums of war!
And all drank the toast and cried aloud:
“Long live the Beggarmen!”
And Ulenspiegel drank in his turn from a golden goblet that had once belonged to some monk or other, and proudly he gazed on the wild faces of the brave Beggarmen that stood before him.
“Men,” he cried, “wild beasts rather that are my comrades, be you wolves lions, or tigers in very deed, and eat up all the cursed dogs of this King of Blood!”