Sir Daniel was a fearless knight;
In doublet green he went to fight.
The yellow plumes upon his head
Like the sun their brightness shed.
He rode no charger in the field,
Waved no banner, bore no shield,
But stood with broad and jagged blade
Challenging rogue and renegade.
Sir Daniel now is getting old;
He's laid aside his plumes of gold;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem