A Huguenot

Oh, a gallant set were they,

As they charged on us that day,

A thousand riding like one!

Their trumpets crying,

And their white plumes flying,

And their sabres flashing in the sun.

Oh a sorry lot were we,

As we stood beside the sea,

Each man for himself as he stood!

We were scattered and lonely-

A little force only

Of the good men fighting for the good.

But I never loved more

On sea or on shore

The ringing of my own true blade.

Like lightening it quivered,

And the hand helms shivered,

As I sang, “None maketh me afraid!”

The French Protestants or Huguenots were persecuted by the Catholic King Louis XIV, in order to force them to enter the Roman Catholic Church, Many of them sought refuse by fleeing the country, and some settled in England permanently.