And mournful now, he touch’d the harp,

And, grieving, oft he sigh’d

For Widdrington, the mightiest chief

That e’er in battle died.

The Forster, Fenwick, Collingwood,

The Heron of renown,

High in the ranks of Lord Percy,

The war-axe hewed down!

He sang the acts of other chiefs,

That by the Reedside fell;