f your strife!
Wild Lances of the Free!

3.

Ho, scutcheons o'er the vaulted tomb
Where Norman valour sleeps,
Why shake ye so? why quake ye so!
What wind the trophy sweeps?
"We shake without a breath--below,
The dead are stirred to see,
The Norman's fame revived again
In Montreal's Companie."
Since Roger won his crown,
Who hath equalled your renown,
Brave Lances of the Free?

4.

Ho, ye who seek to win a name,
Where deeds are bravest done--
Ho, ye who wish to pile a heap,
Where gold is lightest won;
Ho, ye who loathe the stagnant life,
Or shun the law's decree,
Belt on the brand, and spur the steed,
To Montreal's Companie.
And the maid shall share her rest,
And the miser share his chest,
With the Lances of the Free!
The Free!
The Free!
Oh! the Lances of the Free!

Then suddenly, as if inspired to a wilder flight by his own minstrelsy,
the jongleur, sweeping his hand over the chords, broke forth into an
air admirably expressive of the picture which his words, running into a
rude, but lively and stirring doggerel, attempted to paint.

The March of the Grand Company.

Tira, tirala--trumpet and drum--
Rising bright o'er the height of the mountain they come!
German, and Hun, and the Islandrie,
Who routed the Frenchman at famed Cressie,
When the rose changed its hue with the fleur-de-lis;
With the Roman, and Lombard, and Piedmontese,
And the dark-haired son of the southern seas.
Tira, tirala--more near and near
Down the steep--see them sweep;--rank by rank they appear!
With the Cloud of the Crowd hanging dark at their rear--
Serried, and steadied, and orderlie,
Like the course--like the force--of a marching sea!
Open your gates, and out with your gold,
For the blood must be spilt, or the ransom be told!
Woe, Burghers, woe! Behold them led
By the stoutest arm and the wisest head,
With the snow-white cross on the cloth of red;--
With the eagle eye, and the lion port,
His barb for a throne, and his camp for a court:
Sovereign and scourge of the land is he--
The kingly Knight of the Companie!
Hurrah--hurrah--hurrah!
Hurrah for the army--hurrah for its lord--
Hurrah for the gold that is got by the sword--
Hurrah--hurrah--hurrah!
For the