They ’wait th’ arrival of their local king.
II.
He comes, he comes: hurrahs denote the deed;
And then harmoniously the host proceed
With pompous pride, concordant, through the town,
In meet obedience to Sir Humphrey Brown,
Who marshall’d them; and as they onward march—
In civil order ’neath the banner’d arch—
Loud shouts of triumph reach the distant ear,
And loud hurrahs responsive fill the air.