Yes, thou wert merry then;
And, as they girt their bucklers on,
Thy meanest serfs were men;
And merry was the castle-hall
With jest and song and tale,
When bearded lips with mead were white
And rang the loud Washael!
And, when grim Denmark’s black-browed prows
Tore through thine Emerald sea,
And many a wild blue eye was turned