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

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 the right
to be a pilgrim

can daunt his spirit
he knows he at the end
shall life inherit
Then, fancies, fly away
he'll not fear what men say
he'll labour night and day
to be a pilgrim



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Writer(s): Traditional, Ian Lynn, John Bunyan
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