Till red, triumphantly, eclipses white;—
In Harry’s reign—but let me to my song,
Or good king Harry’s reign may seem too long.
Sir Thomas Erpingham, a gallant knight,
When this king Harry went to war, in France,
Girded a sword about his middle;
Resolving, very lustily, to fight,
And teach the Frenchmen how to dance,
Without a fiddle.