He hastens to the place,
“When our dear country claims our aid
Let all our quarrels cease.
“For, mine are gone—most valiant Knight!
And now a boon I crave—
That frae thy noble arm—the meed
Of Knighthood I must have.”
“And mine for aye!”—replies Sir John,
And to his breast him drew;
Then dubb’d him Knight, while deidly flight