All men, O Death, thy face shall see,
And all be forced with thee to go!
Watchful and ready we should be
’Twixt Pelham high and Ewen low!
And all around thy victims fall,
Unseen thy sudden bullets fly;
The noises round us loudly call
That we should be prepared to die.
Thou that art lowest in the throng,
Hast thou not heard that Ewen dies?