With shouts of dreadless liberty.
But redder yet shall be each cheek,
And louder yet each tongue shall speak,
And fiercer yet each soon shall wreak
His vengeance most undauntedly.
’Tis rushlight all—but what can shew
The Gownsman from the Gownsman’s foe,
As shouting in thick files they go
To battle all so merrily?
No banners there were waving high,