Who would true valour see

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. 

Whoso 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.

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend

Can daunt his spirit;

He knows he at the end

Shall life inherit.

Then fancies fly away;

He’ll fear not what men say;

He’ll labour night and day

To be a pilgrim.

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