Classic Poem

Whylome in Erin wonn'd a gallant knight,
Well was he vers'd in ev'ry martial deed;
Oft guided he the raging storm of fight,
And oft he launc'd the spear and rein'd the steed;
And oft he made the prowest Paymim bleed,
Thrice did he combat in the holy lond,
And captive pilgrim from vile thraldom freed;
And thrice on Indian shore unsheath'd his brond,
And dy'd with faithless blood the rich Egyptian strend.