Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Pilgrim Song

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
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
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 fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

2 comments:

Danny said...

This hymn has one of my favourite ever lyric lines: "Hobgoblin nor foul fiend can daunt his spirit"

And amazingly it made it into CH4 intact... perhaps it was hard to find a suitably PC 21st century equivalent :-)

Anonymous said...

Shed, did you write that one? CG