The battle raged, and sunset came,
And flashed on armor bright,
And all around were mangled men—
It was an awful sight.
King Harold fell, the arrow pierced
And bore him to the ground;
Ah! then was heard a trampling noise—
A wildly flying sound.
The warrior and the banner fell,
And dyed were they in blood
No more the Saxon’s sang their shout:
“God’s rood! aye, holy rood!”
THE TEMPERANCE SHIP.
Drifting down the tide we go?
Nay! we hoist the sail;
Speeding fast and faster still
With the blowing gale.
Come sign the pledge and get on board
And leave behind your woe,
For the sky is bright, and the gale is right,
As like the wind we go.
We sail between the shores of green,
On the waters shining breast;
Oh! sign the pledge and the ribbon don
And forever you’ll find rest;
Sweet rest upon our temperance ship
And leave behind your woe;
For the sky is bright and the gale is right,
As like the wind we go.