Ne’er panted for the appointed hour,
As I, until before me stand
This rebel chieftain and his band!”
“Have then thy wish!” He whistled shrill,
And he was answered from the hill;
Wild as the scream of the curlew,
From crag to crag the signal flew.
Instant through copse and heath, arose
Bonnets and spears and bended bows;
On right, on left, above, below,