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"Let Hildred hack the shield wall Clean as he hacks the hedge; Let Gurth the fowler stand as cool As he stands on the chasm's edge; "Let Gorlias ride the sea kings As Gorlias rides the sea, Then let all hell and Denmark drive, Yelling to all its fiends alive, And not a rag care we." LET HILDRED HACK THE SHIELD WALL CLEAN AS HE HACKS THE HEDGE LET GIRTH THE FOWLER STAND AS COOL AS HE STANDS ON THE CHASM'S EDGE LET GAULUS RIDE THE SEA KINGS AS GAULAS RIDES THE SEA THEN LET ALL HELL AND DENMARK DRIVE YELLING TO ALL ITS FIENDS ALIVE AND NOT A RAG CARE WE
ck crow All we, a thousand strong, Go down the dark road to God's house, Singing a Wessex song? "To sweat a slave to a race of slaves, To drink up infamy? No, brothers, by your leave, I think Death is a better ale to drink, And by all the stars of Christ that sink, The Danes shall drink with me. "To grow old cowed in a conquered land, With the sun itself discrowned, To see trees crouch and cattle slink-- Death is a better ale to drink, And by high Death on the fell brink That flagon shall go round. "Though dead are all the paladins Whom glory had in ken, Though all your thunder-sworded thanes With proud hearts died among the Danes, While a man remains, great war remains: Now is a war of men. "The men that tear the furrows, The men that fell the trees, When all their lords be lost and dead The bondsmen of the earth shall tread The tyrants of the seas. "The wheel of the roaring stillness Of all labours under the sun, Speed the wild work as well at least As the whole world's work is done.  IN HOLES OR THAT BEFORE THE RED COCK CROW ALL WE A THOUSAND STRONG GO DOWN THE DARK ROAD TO GOD'S HOUSE SINGING A WESSEX SONG TO SWEAT A SLAVE TO A RACE OF SLAVES TO DRINK UP INFAMY NO BROTHERS BY YOUR LEAVE I THINK DEATH IS A BETTER ALE TO DRINK AND BY ALL THE STARS OF CHRIST THAT SINK THE DANES SHALL DRINK WITH ME TO GROW OLD COWED IN A CONQUERED LAND WITH THE SUN ITSELF DISCROWNED TO SEE TREES CROUCH AND CATTLE SLINK DEATH IS A BETTER ALE TO DRINK AND BY HIGH DEATH ON THE FELL BRINK THAT FLAGON SHALL GO DOWN THROUGH DEATH ARE ALL THE PALADINS WHOM GLORY HAD IN KEN THOUGH ALL YOUR THUNDER SORDID FANES WITH PROUD HEARTS DIED AMONG THE DANES WHILE A MAN REMAINS GREAT WAR REMAINS NOW IS A WAR OF MEN THE MEN THAT TEAR THE FURROWS THE MEN THAT FELL THE TREES WHEN ALL THEIR LORDS BE LOST AND DEAD THE BONDSMEN OF THE EARTH SHALL TREAD THE TYRANTS OF THE SEAS THE WHEEL OF THE ROARING STILLNESS OF ALL LABORS UNDER THE SUN SPEED THE WILD WORK AS WELL AT LEAST AS THE WHOLE WORLD'S WORK IS DONE
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