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 Forthwith the armed Company Marching down the banks of Were.

Said fearless Norton to the Pair Gone forth to hail him on the Plain— “This meeting, noble Lords! looks fair, I bring with me a goodly train; Their hearts are with you:—hill and dale Have helped us:—Ure we crossed, and Swale, And horse and harness followed—see The best part of their Yeomanry! —Stand forth, my Sons!—these eight are mine, Whom to this service I commend; Which way soe’er our fate incline These will be faithful to the end; They are my all”—voice failed him here, “My all save one, a Daughter dear! Whom I have left, the mildest birth, The meekest Child on this blessed earth.