Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.

-Rochdale
^18  Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 3, stanza 2.

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding, Loudly the war-cries arise on the gale, Fleetly the steed by Loc Suilig is bounding To join the thick squadrons in Saimear's green vale. On, every mountaineer, Strangers to flight and fear: Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh! Bonnought and gallowglass, Throng from each mountain-pass! On for old ErinöO'Donnell abu!

-McCann, M(ichael) J(oseph)
  The Spirit of the Nation,'O'Donnell  Abu'.

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Marmion, canto 5, stanza12,'Lochinvar'.