1 Who would true valour see,
let them come hither;
those here will constant be,
come wind, come weather.
There's no discouragement
shall make them once relent
each from a vowed intent
to be a pilgrim.
2 Those who beset them round
with dismal stories
cannot the brave confound:
their strength the more is.
No lion can them fright,
they'll with a giant fight,
but each will have a right
to be a pilgrim.
3 Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
can daunt their spirit:
they know they at the end
shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away;
they'll scorn what people say,
and each work night and day
to be a pilgrim.