Within the green-clad burial mound.
Oh! when he told of risks gone through
For Charles, and for his lads in blue,
How swelled his frame, how proud and high,
How brightly gleamed his kindled eye!
And mighty as a sabre stroke
Rang every word the old man spoke.
Thus oft till late at night he sat,
And told again the tales we claimed,
And every time King Charles was named