Trevanion is up, and Godolphin is nigh,
And Harris of Hayne’s o’er the river;
From Lundy to Looe, “One and all!” is the cry,
And “the king and Sir Bevil for ever!”
Ay! by Tre, Pol and Pen, ye may know Cornishmen
‘Mid the names and the nobles of Devon;
But if truth to the king be a signal, why, then,
Ye can find out the Grenville in heaven.
Ride! ride with red spear! there is death in delay:
’Tis a race for dear life with the devil!