That I should have half as much courage
As the martyred saint whose bones now rest
In the cathedral of cold red stone,
Then I should feel to have done my best
In the face of doom so imminent.
That courage would aid my company,
And then they should all take heart from it;
That all the barbarians should see
We are not a race of spineless men,
Nor are we boastful of our brave ways.
But always our hearts will stray back home
Where the farmer’s sheep and cattle graze.