ARTHUR'S SEAT.


Come perfumed Rose,
Of Summer dew,
Spill on Emerald lawn,
With Fairy mist,
Of  Cornish Tale,
When  Knights 'n' Dragons
Ruled Cliff 'n' Sea,
Our hearts did beat,
At Arthur's seat,
For Damsels  then,
Were Fair of hand,
And laid the Table Round,
To see the Court,
Of  Arthur's seat
Draped in, then abundance ,
Merlin appears,
Practicing ye old Religion 
                                 Then,

To all good Celtics who live,
And all good Celtics who die,
The cry is, battle  hard,
You Knights,
Of old England when,
Battle hard,
Toward the Lights,
Of  good  Christendom,
Excalibur.