Who may his miracles declare!
Even Scotland’s dauntless king and heir,
Although with them they led
Galwegians, wild as ocean’s gale,
And Lodon’s knights, all sheathed in mail,
And the bold men of Teviotdale,
Before his standard fled.
’Twas he, to vindicate his reign,
Edged Alfred’s falchion on the Dane,
And turned the Conqueror back again,
When, with his Norman bowyer band,
He came to waste Northumberland.
