The shield, that now was broken,
he from his hand did throw,
And thrust into its scabbard
his sword—’twas long enow.—
His treasurer he would not,
an he could help it, slay:
His breeding he forgat not,
as was his righteous way.
The shield, that now was broken,
he from his hand did throw,
And thrust into its scabbard
his sword—’twas long enow.—
His treasurer he would not,
an he could help it, slay:
His breeding he forgat not,
as was his righteous way.