Beam’d, dignified with native fire
Of brave Northumbria’s race.
He sang the deeds of Hotspur bold,
At blood-stain’d Otterbourne:
And eke the feats of valiant Ralph,
As furious in his turn.
Two warrior lords, (and brothers they,)
As e’er drew shining brand;
Nor from the gory field would flinch,
Whilst Valour there might stand.