Who Would True Valour See,
Let him come hither;
Once 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 fight,
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.
Who Would True Valour See Lyrics