III
Wildly o'er Deamond the war-wolf is howling!
Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain!
The fox in the streets of the city is prowling!
All, all who would scare them are banished or slain!
Grasp every stalwart hand
Hackbut and battle brand,
Pay them all back the deep debt so long due!
Norris and Clifford well
Can of Sir Connell tell;