Hif helm hung at the faddlebow;
Well by his vifage you might know
He was a ftalwart knight, and keen,
And had in many a battle been;
The fcar on his brown cheek revealed
A token true of Bofworth field;
His eyebrow dark, and eye of fire,
Fhowed fpirit proud and prompt to ire...
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