A couple of troopers spied him stand,
And bade him yield to the king’s command:
“Surrender, thou rebel as good as dead,
A price is set on thy traitor head!”
My soldier son, with secret smile,
Held both at bay for a little while,
Dealt them such death blow as he fell,
Neither was left the tale to tell;
With dying eyes that asked no grace,
They stared on him for a minute’s space,