"Oft as Britannia's royal ensign wav'd,
" And the stern clarion call'd in field to fight,
"The warlike WODEHOUSE march'd with prowest might,
" And the rough front of deathful danger brav'd.
"Let Bara tell, and let Bodotria tell,
" Fort, lough, and river, mountain, wood, and dell,
"All that from southern Eiden's flowery lea
" Reaches to bleak Strathnavern's northern strand,
"Was his sword sheath'd, when Edward's iron hand
"Spread desolation wide from sea to sea?
" Or when the sable warrior's lifted lance
"Glar'd in the eyes of France,
" Was WODEHOUSE wanting to the hero's fame?
"Let Crecy tell, and Poictiers purple plain,
" And captive Valois' hallowed oriflame,
"His dreadless hardiment let Glequin's chain
"Record, and brave Dandrehen's froward fate,
"And poor Castilia's tyrant-wielded state.