A host it flutters o’er;
Like bird above the roaring surge
That laves the storm-swept shore.”
“The Broom of Peril,” quoth the bard,
“Young Oscar’s banner, see:
Amidst the conflict of dread chiefs
The proudest name has he.”
The banner of great Finn we raised;
The Sunbeam gleaming far,
With golden spangles of renown