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 That name—which had a dying fall, The name of his only Daughter dear,— And on the banner which stood near He glanced a look of holy pride, And his wet eyes were glorified; Then seized the staff, and thus did say: “Thou, Richard, bear’st thy father’s name, Keep thou this ensign till the day When I of thee require the same : Thy place be on my better hand;— And seven as true as thou, I see, Will cleave to this good cause and me.” He spake, and eight brave sons straightway All followed him, a gallant band!

Forth when Sire and Sons appeared A gratulating shout was reared, With din of arms and minstrelsy, From all his warlike tenantry,