Foul jests the banners proudly bear;
What mean these bands in fierce array?
Champions of “delicacy” they,
And manly modesty.
Then marked the bard who stood afar
The gallant leaders of the war—
The plumèd crest of Andrew Wood,
Who for his sons in battle stood,
A Christison hard by!
A Turner, Laycock, Lister too,