To rescue from captivity.
Haste from the Tyrant Austrian’s Hold,
Cross rapidly the rolling sea, [folio 10]
And go, where dwell the brave, the bold,
By stream and Hill and green-wood tree.
Minstrel let merry England, ring
With tidings of her Lion-King,
And bring back liberty.
Such was the lay, the monarch-minstrel sung,
A few bright moons, waned from the silent heavens