Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,
With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?
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there is a verse missing-- 'their heads all stooping low, their points all in a row, like a whirlwind on the trees like a deluge on the dykes our cuirassiers have burst on the ranks of the accurst and at a shock have shattered the forest of his pikes'--- best verse in the poem and you've left it out.
Superb narration of the battle of British king Charles who fought for Church with the Germans at Naseby.