text: " That livelong night the horn was heard from Orleans to Anjou And pour'd from all their quiet fields our shepherds bold and true; Along the pleasant banks of Loire shot up the beacon-fires And many a torch was blazing bright on Lucon's stately spires; The midnight cloud was flush'd with flame that hung o'er Parthenaye The blaze that shone o'er proud Brissac was like the breaking day; Till east and west and north and south the loyal beacons shone Like shooting-stars from haughty Nantz to sea-begirt Olonne