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They have left their fame behind, Still a spirit from their slumbers Rises true and brave; Asks the minstrel for his numbers, Music from their grave: Noble, gentle, valiant, kind, Were the ancient warriors. The warriors of olden time.

All their meaner part hath perished, In the earth at rest; And the present hour hath cherished What of them was best. What a knight should be we keep; For the present doth inherit All the glories of the past; We retain what was its spirit, While its dust to dust is cast, All good angels guard the sleep Of the ancient warriors, The warriors of olden time.