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Come kings and listen to my song	A
When Gwin the son of Nore	B
Over the nations of the North	C
His cruel sceptre bore	B
The nobles of the land did feed	D
Upon the hungry poor	B
They tear the poor man's lamb and drive	E
The needy from their door	B
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The land is desolate our wives	F
And children cry for bread	G
Arise and pull the tyrant down	H
Let Gwin be humbl d '	-
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Gordred the giant rous'd himself	I
From sleeping in his cave	J
He shook the hills and in the clouds	K
The troubl'd banners wave	J
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Beneath them roll'd like tempests black	L
The num'rous sons of blood	M
Like lions' whelps roaring abroad	N
Seeking their nightly food	O
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Down Bleron's hills they dreadful rush	P
Their cry ascends the clouds	K
The trampling horse and clanging arms	Q
Like rushing mighty floods	R
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Their wives and children weeping loud	S
Follow in wild array	B
Howling like ghosts furious as wolves	T
In the bleak wintry day	B
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Pull down the tyrant to the dust	U
Let Gwin be humbl d '	-
They cry and let ten thousand lives	V
Pay for the tyrant's head '	-
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From tow'r to tow'r the watchmen cry	B
O Gwin the son of Nore	B
Arouse thyself the nations black	L
Like clouds come rolling o'er '	-
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Gwin rear'd his shield his palace shakes	W
His chiefs come rushing round	X
Each like an awful thunder cloud	S
With voice of solemn sound	X
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Like rear d stones around a grave	J
They stand around the King	Y
Then suddenly each seiz'd his spear	B
And clashing steel does ring	Y
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The husbandman does leave his plough	Z
To wade thro' fields of gore	B
The merchant binds his brows in steel	A2
And leaves the trading shore	B
	-
The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe	B2
And sounds the trumpet shrill	C2
The workman throws his hammer down	H
To heave the bloody bill	C2
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Like the tall ghost of Barraton	H
Who sports in stormy sky	B
Gwin leads his host as black as night	D2
When pestilence does fly	B
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With horses and with chariots	E2
And all his spearmen b old	F2
March to the sound of mournful song	A
Like clouds around him roll'd	F2
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Gwin lifts his hand the nations halt	G2
Prepare for war ' he cries	H2
Gordred appears his frowning brow	Z
Troubles our northern skies	H2
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The armies stand like balances	I2
Held in th' Almighty's hand	J2
Gwin thou hast fill'd thy measure up	K2
Thou'rt swept from out the land '	-
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And now the raging armies rush'd	L2
Like warring mighty seas	M2
The heav'ns are shook with roaring war	B
The dust ascends the skies	H2
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Earth smokes with blood and groans and shakes	W
To drink her children's gore	B
A sea of blood nor can the eye	B
See to the trembling shore	B
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And on the verge of this wild sea	N2
Famine and death doth cry	B
The cries of women and of babes	O2
Over the field doth fly	B
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The King is seen raging afar	B
With all his men of might	D2
Like blazing comets scattering death	P2
Thro' the red fev'rous night	D2
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Beneath his arm like sheep they die	B
And groan upon the plain	H
The battle faints and bloody men	H
Fight upon hills of slain	H
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Now death is sick and riven men	H
Labour and toil for life	Q2
Steed rolls on steed and shield on shield	R2
Sunk in this sea of strife	Q2
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The god of war is drunk with blood	M
The earth doth faint and fail	S2
The stench of blood makes sick the heav'ns	O2
Ghosts glut the throat of hell	T2
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O what have kings to answer for	B
Before that awful throne	H
When thousand deaths for vengeance cry	B
And ghosts accusing groan	H
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Like blazing comets in the sky	B
That shake the stars of light	D2
Which drop like fruit unto the earth	U2
Thro' the fierce burning night	D2
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Like these did Gwin and Gordred meet	V2
And the first blow decides	O2
Down from the brow unto the breast	W2
Gordred his head divides	O2
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Gwin fell the sons of Norway fled	G
All that remain'd alive	E
The rest did fill the vale of death	P2
For them the eagles strive	E
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The river Dorman roll'd their blood	M
Into the northern sea	O2
Who mourn'd his sons and overwhelm'd	X2
The pleasant south country	O2

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