The Tale of Sir Gilbert, Part II
Then riding brightly through the glen -
Sir Gilbert and his merry men,
With colours mixing green and gold,
Flutt'ring in the breeze so bold.
Their pauldrons were all gleaming bright,
Their feathers all a cheerful sight,
Three-score minstrels in company,
And all in bright, jocund array.
They came then quickly to the towns,
One and all wore flower-crowns,
And bells rang in their visit sweet,
And once more rang their swift exit.
And as they bid a warm adieu,
Each town did go from grey to hue,
And brillain with such colours gay,
Chased fast the powers of night away.
They spread their joy with bright display,
At towns and castles on the way,
And unto Night brought timely Day,
And unto Evil, Good repay.
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