Dagworth

Stop, brave Sir Walter; let me drop a tear, Then let the clarion of war begin; I’ll fight and weep, ’tis in my country’s cause; I’ll weep and shout for glorious liberty. Grim war shall laugh and shout, decked in tears, And blood shall flow like streams across the meadows, That murmur down their pebbly channels, and Spend their sweet lives to do their country service: Then shall England’s verdure shoot, her fields shall smile, Her ships shall sing across the foaming sea, Her mariners shall use the flute and viol, And rattling guns, and black and dreary war, Shall be no more.