And girt us to the battle-sword.
For after the banners well we knew
Were the Freemen wending two and two.
There then that highway of the scythe
With many a hue was brave and blythe.
And first below the Silver Chief
Upon the green was the golden sheaf.
And on the next that went by it
The White Hart in the Park did sit.
Then on the red the White Wings flew,