When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Fight On, Brave Knights! Man Dies, But Glory Lives! Fight On; Death Is Better Than Defeat! Fight On Brave Knights! For Bright Eyes Behold Your Deeds!

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.

I Will But Confess The Sins Of My Green Cloak To My Grey Friar's Frock, And All Shall Be Well Again.

A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.