Chapter 9 No.9

'Tis meet that I should tell you now,

How fairly armed, and ordered how,

The soldiers of the guard,

With musket, pike, and morion,

To welcome noble Marmion,

Stood in the castle-yard;

Minstrels and trumpeters were there,

The gunner held his linstock yare,

For welcome-shot prepared:

Entered the train, and such a clang,

As then through all his turrets rang,

Old Norham never heard.