Verse 1

WHO would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather; There’s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim.

Verse 2

Who so beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound; His strength the more is. No lion can him fright. He’ll with a giant fight, But he will have the right To be a pilgrim.

Verse 3

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall life inherit. Then, fancies, fly away; He’ll fear what men say; He’ll labour night and day To be a pilgrim.

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