That night our walls were lined with a band
Of hardy soldiers to confront our foes;
The bright spear glitter'd in each martial hand,
The burnish'd targets gleam'd in shining rows,
And wide around a stream of radiance flows;
The wakeful sentries kept strong watch and ward,
And rugged smith still heaped blows on blows,
And with extremest cark and labour far'd,
And polish'd shields and spears yfram'd of iron hard.