In battle for their lovely land;
With light about their brows they ride.
Young hearts and hot, gray heads and wise,
Good knights of all the years foregone,
Faith in their England in their eyes,
Still ride they on, still ride they on!
By altars old their banners fade
Beneath dear spires; their names are set
In minster aisle, in yew-tree shade;
Their memories fight for England yet.