Hero and lord of Rome!
You ride to a gallant triumph now,
Gay as the green and fruitful bough;
But the bough will be withered and dry enow
When you ride for the last time home!
Pompey, Pompey, laugh while you may!
Laugh as Polycrates laughed!
But ever, when life is most glorious,
I bid you think of Sertorius,
Of how he rode forth victorious,