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.

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.

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.