To the saints from his cowl,
As he shrinks on the straw at Death’s creeping.
To the tune of the brand
Let us die as we stand,
And we’ll leave to base varlets the weeping!
“So be blithe through the night,
And by day ride and fight,
That’s the lanzknechts’ brave life, I’m a-saying!
‘Yo, ho, he! Yo, ho, he!
Neath the greenwood spur we!’