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Black was his plume, black was his shield,
Braver ne'er did fauchion wield;
Showers of shafts would rattle
Round him in the battle,
Yet he knew not how to yield.
When a gallant foe lay conquered on the plain,
Mercy from Sir Harry he'd ne'er ask in vain;
Constant to his friends,
Whate'er the cost he proved.
None more faithful lived and loved.

Ay! though when he proudly went past,
Sparkled many a lady's eye,
Through that starry shower,
To his dear one's bower
He but made the fonder haste.
Long the bard shall sing the praises of his fame,
And in deathless verse preserve his noble name:
Black Sir Harry, with the dark and sparkling eye,
Like our song shall never die!

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Source: Singing Together, Spring 1969, BBC Publications

Taken from The New National Song Book by Boosey and Hawkes Music Publishers Ltd.


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