Who would true valour see Let him come hither One here will constant be Come wind, come weather There's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent to be a pilgrim
Whoso beset him 'round With dismal stories Who but themselves confound His strength the more is No lion can him fright He'll with a giant fight But he will have a right to be a pilgrim.
Hobgoblin nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit He knows he at the end Shall life inherit Then fancies flee away He'll fear not what men say He'll labour night and day to be a pilgrim