Classic Poem

When I go riding into the town,
When I ride into the town,
I fill my skin at the nearest inn
When I ride into the town.
Oh, what is there then to trouble about?
There are no such things as despair and doubt —
For when ale goes in the truth comes out,
When I ride into the town!

When I go riding out of the town,
When I ride out of the town,
I have my men behind me then
When I ride out of the town;
Halberd, battle-axe, culverin, bow,
Four hundred strong as out we go,
Four hundred yeomen to meet the foe,
When I ride out of the town!

When I ride into the Town of Death —
That strange and unknown town! —
It will not be all cap-a-pie ,
But with sword and lance laid down.
Then may our Lady beside me stand;
Saint Michael guard at my good right hand —
God rest my soul and the souls of my band,
When we ride into the Town!