And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells,
As, slow upon the labouring wind, the royal blazon swells.
Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown,
And, underneath his deadly paw, treads the gay lillies down!
So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field,
Bohemia’s plume, and Genoa’s bow, and Cæsar’s eagle shield.
So glared he when, at Agincourt, in wrath he turned to bay,
And, crushed and torn beneath his claws, the princely hunters lay.
Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids:
Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants draw your blades: