The king had now cross’d over,
and many a guest of worth.
Hey! what stout shafts were shiver’d
for these fair ladies’ mirth!
One heard the hurtling tumult,
as lance on buckler rang,
Ay, and the rich shield-bosses
that in the press did clang!
The king had now cross’d over,
and many a guest of worth.
Hey! what stout shafts were shiver’d
for these fair ladies’ mirth!
One heard the hurtling tumult,
as lance on buckler rang,
Ay, and the rich shield-bosses
that in the press did clang!