Shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Forward to Richmond!
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.
This lass so neat, with smile so sweet, has won my right good will. I'd crowns resign to call her mine, sweet lass of Richmond Hill.