To the May-pole on the green.
When trumpets roused this brave old world,
And banners flaunted wide,
The knight bestrode the stalwart steed,
And the page rode by his side.
And plumes and pennons tossing bright
Dash’d through the wild mêlée,
And he who prest amid them best
Was lord of all, that day.
And ladies fair, in the brave old world,