Heart of lion! shake thy sword,
Bare thy murdering stainèd hand,
Quash whole armies to the queed,
Work thy will in burly brand.
Barons here on cushions 'broidered,
Fight in furs against the cale;
Whilèst thou in thundering armès
Workest e'en whole cities' bale.
Heart of lion! sound the beme!
Sound it into inner lands;
Fear flies sporting in the cleme,
In thy banner terror stands.