The foremost invader was slain;
And ere they could bear back the fallen,
The dead of the foemen were twain.
So, firmly and sternly he fought them,
And steadily, six hours and more;
And often they rushed to the combat,
And often in terror forbore;
But never they wounded John Lewis,
Who slew of their number a score.
Ah, woe to your white hair, old hunter,