The rumour of invaders through all Zamorna ran
Then Turner Gray his watch-word gave
“Ho! Ardsley to the Van!

Lord Hartford called his yeomen and Warner raised his clan
But first in fiercest gallop—rushed Ardsley to the van!
On came Medina's turbans, Sir Jehu hurled his ban
'Mid the thousand hearts who scorned it still ARdsley kept the van!

The freshening gales of battle, a hundred standards fan
And doubt not Ardsley's pennon floats foremost in the van
Cold on the field of carnage they have fallen man for man
And no more in march or onslaught will Ardsley lead the van

Loud wail lamenting trumpets—for all that gallant clan
And Angrians shout their signal
Ho! Ardsley to the van!

Give them the grave of honour where their native river ran
Let them rest they died like heroes
In the battle's fiery van!

And when their names are uttered this hope may cheer each man
That land shall never never perish
Where such true hearts led the van