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After A T	A
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So for the last great Hockey of the Hills	B
Damsel v Dame by ruder cynics called	C
The Tournament of the Dead Dignities	B
We gained the lists and I thro' humorous lens	B
Perused the revels Here on autumn grass	B
Leapt the lithe elbowed Spin and strongly merged	D
In scrimmage with the comfortable Wife	E
And temporary Widow know you not	F
Such trifles are the merest commonplace	B
In loftier contours Twenty two in all	G
They numbered and none other trod the field	H
Save one the bold Sir Referee whose charge	I
It was to keep fair order in the lists	B
And peace 'twixt Dame and Damsel married he	A
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O brothers had ye seen them O the games	B
Fleet footed some lightly they leapt and drave	E
Or missed the pellet then perchance would turn	J
With hand that sought their tresses Others moved	K
Careless in half disdain nor urged pursuit	L
Yet ever and anon would shriek and miss	B
The pellet while the bold Sir Referee	A
Skipt in avoidance From the factions came	M
The cry of voices shrilling woman wise	B
The clash of stick on stick the muffled shin	N
The sudden whistle and the murmurous note	O
Of mutual disaffection Otherwhere	A
The myriad coolie chortled knightly palms	B
Clapped and the whole vale echoed to the noise	B
Of ladies who in session to the West	P
Sat with the light behind them self approved	K
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Fortune with equal favour poised the scale	Q
And loudlier rang the trouble till I heard	R
'A Susan Ho A Susan ' She oh she	A
One whom myself had picked from out the crowd	S
Of hot girl athletes with their tousled hair	A
Was on the ball Deftly she smote and drave	E
On and so paddled swiftly in its wake	T
The good ash gleamed and fell the forward ranks	B
Gave passage once again she smote again	U
Paddled nor passed but paddling ever neared	V
The mournful guardian of the Sacred Goal	W
Hewing and hacking Little need to tell	X
Of Susan in her glory whom she smote	V
She felled and whom she shocked she overthrew	A
And shrieking passed exultant to her doom	Y
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For Susan while she clove a devious course	B
Moved crab like in a strange diagonal	Z
And driving crossed the frontiers Thither came	M
The bold Sir Referee and shrilled abroad	V
The tremulous momentary 'touch ' But she	A
Heaving with unaccustomed exercise	B
Blinded and baffled wild with all despair	A
Stood sweeping as a churl that sweeps the scythe	A2
In earlier pastures Twice he skipped and poured	V
The desperate whistle Once again and he	A
Skipping diffused the whistle But at last	V
So shrewd a blow she dealt him on the shin	N
That had he stood reverse wise on his head	V
Not on his feet I know not what had chanced	V
Then to the shuddering Orient skies there rose	B
A marvellous great shriek the splintering noise	B
Of shattered ash plant and of battered shank	B2
Mixed with a higher For Susan overwrought	V
Lost footing and with one clear dolorous wail	Q
Fell headlong only more so And I saw	B
Clothed in black stockings mystic wonderful	Z
That which I saw The coolies yelled The crowd	V
Closed round and so the tourney reached an end	V
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Then home they bore the bold Sir Referee	A
In Susan's litter and they tended him	C2
With curious tendance and they drowned his views	B
On Susan and the tourney and the place	B
Whither he'd see them ere again he ruled	V
Such functions with a sweet small song I call	G
It sweet that should not This is how it ran	D2
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n The stick	E2
The little stick he leapt at in the lists	B
Has riven and cleft the bark and raised a bulk	F2
Of crescent span that spreads on every side	V
A thousand hues all flushing into one	G2
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n She came	M
The woman with her ash and lo the wound	V
But we will make a bandage for the limb	C2
And swathe it heel to knee with splints and wool	H2
And embrocations for the hurts of man	D2
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'Our Referee has fall'n has fall'n he wailed	V
With our own ears we heard him and we knew	A
There dwelt an iron nature in the grain	I2
The splintering ash was cloven on his limb	C2
His limb was battered to the cannon bone '	-
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So passed that stout but choleric knight away	J2
And we by certain wandering instincts led	V
Made for a small pavilion where we found	V
Viands and what not and the thirsty flower	A
Of mountain knighthood gathered at the board	V
And entering here we lingered and discussed	V
The what not and the viands and in time	K2
Drew to the tourney giving each his views	B
But mostly wondering what the coolies thought	V
To see these ladies of the Ruling Race	B
'Yoked in all exercise of noble end '	-
And Public Exhibition Was it wise	B
Some questioned others was it quite the thing	L2
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And here indeed we left it for the shades	B
Deepened the high swift narrowing crest of day	J2
Brake from the hills and down the path we went	V
Well pleased for it was guest night at the Club	M2

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