As she worked the bright word "Glory"in the
gay and glancing thread;
And mournful was the smile which o'er those
beauteous features ran,
As she said, "It is your lady's gift; unfurl it in
the van."
"It shall flutter, noble wench, where the best
and boldest ride,
Through the steel-clad files of Skippon, and the
black dragoons of Pride;