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 a 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.