Standing well-arm’d before them.
He bound his helmet on,
And on his battle-mantle
the glorious colour shone.
As signal, on a lance-shaft,
a pennon red he bore.
But with the kings, thereafter,
he fell on trouble sore.
Standing well-arm’d before them.
He bound his helmet on,
And on his battle-mantle
the glorious colour shone.
As signal, on a lance-shaft,
a pennon red he bore.
But with the kings, thereafter,
he fell on trouble sore.