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 In the old time they used to say,
 * With a good Lord.

The expedition would make way,
 * And with his Lord

His servant would be great one day.”
 * This remember all.

Ye wagoners, and fiery youth,
 * Think of your souls.

Risk not your lives for things, forsooth—
 * For wealth untold.

Fight not for plunder, but the truth,
 * The truth of your God.

Remember the words of command
 * You have been told.

Obey your leader’s voice and hand,
 * And be ye bold.

Keep your own places in the band,
 * Without disorder.

Then joyfully call out, and shout,
 * The enemy,

With God’s aid, we will surely rout
 * Our enemy.

God is our Lord, be that our shout,
 * Kill, kill, no quarter.