Letra de Night Fell Behind
Then mounte! Then mounte, brave gallants, all, And don your helmes amaine: Deathes couriers, fame and honor, call Us to the field again.No shrewish tears shall fill our eye When the sword hilts in our hand, Heart-whole well part and no white sighe For the fairest of the land;Let piping swaine, and craven wight, Thus wheepe and puling crye Our business is life men to fight, And hero life to die!