WHO WOULD TRUE VALOUR SEE

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.

Who so 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,

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