"For you who love heroic things
In summer dream or winter tale
I tell of warriors, saints, and kings,
In scarlet, sackcloth, glittering mail,
and helmets peaked with iron wings.

They beat down Wrong; they strive for Right
In ringing fields, on grappled ships,
Singing, they flung into the fight
They fell with triumph on their lips,
and in their eyes a glorious light.

That light still gleams. From far away
Their brave song greets us like a cheer;
We fight the same great fight as they,
Right against Wrong; we, now and here;
They, in their fashion, yesterday."
-William Canton

"For you who love heroic things
In summer dream or winter tale
I tell of warriors, saints, and kings,
In scarlet, sackcloth, glittering mail,
and helmets peaked with iron wings.

They beat down Wrong; they strive for Right
In ringing fields, on grappled ships,
Singing, they flung into the fight
They fell with triumph on their lips,
and in their eyes a glorious light.

That light still gleams. From far away
Their brave song greets us like a cheer;
We fight the same great fight as they,
Right against Wrong; we, now and here;
They, in their fashion, yesterday."
-William Canton