All his princes in his train, squire, and knight, and peer,
With his crown upon his head, his sceptre in his hand,
Down he fell at Margaret’s knees, Lord, King of all that land,
To her highness bending low.
Every beast and bird, and fish came mustering to the sound,
Every man and every maid from miles of country round:
Meggan on her herdsman’s arm, with her shepherd, May;
Flocks and herds trooped at their heels along the hillside way;
No foot too feeble for the ascent, not any head too gray,
Some were swift and none were slow.