"The hopes of years and the fame of life
Are lost or won ere evening's ray.
Thy father's spirit looks down on the strife,
And bids thee to battle away,
Well aday!
"Away, away, to the field of fame,
Gallant knight, gallant knight, hie way!
For king, for country, and deathless name
Is each stroke that is stricken to-day,
Trara la, trara la, trara lay!"