• 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?

    Thomas B. Macaulay: 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?
    Thomas Babbington Macaulay, “The Battle Of Naseby”