“A fiddle-stroke so heavy
on one of you I’ll lay,
That, hath he a well-wisher,
that same may rue the day.
Give place there to us warriors!
’twill be the best for you.
Folk call ye knights, but little
ye have akin thereto.”
“A fiddle-stroke so heavy
on one of you I’ll lay,
That, hath he a well-wisher,
that same may rue the day.
Give place there to us warriors!
’twill be the best for you.
Folk call ye knights, but little
ye have akin thereto.”