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Wild stared the Danes at the double ways Where they loitered, all at large, As that dark line for the last time Doubled the knee to charge   And caught their weapons clumsily, And marvelled how and why   In such degree, by rule and rod, The people of the peace of God Went roaring down to die. WILD STARED THE DANES AT THE DOUBLE WAY WHERE THEY LOITERED ALL AT LARGE AS THAT DARK LINE FOR THE LAST TIME DOUBLED THE KNEE TO CHARGE AND CAUGHT THEIR WEAPONS CLUMSILY AND MARVELLED HOW AND WHY IN SUCH DEGREE BY RULE AND ROD THE PEOPLE OF THE PEACE OF GOD WENT ROARING DOWN TO DIE
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." When Alfred's word was ended Stood firm that feeble line, Each in his place with club or spear, And fury deeper than deep fear, And smiles as sour as brine. And the King held up the horn and said, "See ye my father's horn, That Egbert blew in his empery, Once, when he rode out commonly, Twice when he rode for venery, And thrice on the battle-morn. "But heavier fates have fallen The horn of the Wessex kings, And I blew once, the riding sign, To call you to the fighting line And glory and all good things. "And now two blasts, the hunting sign, Because we turn to bay; But I will not blow the three blasts, Till we be lost or they. "And now I blow the hunting sign, Charge some by rule and rod; But when I blow the battle sign, Charge all and go to God. T 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 WHEN ALFRED'S WORD WAS ENDED STOOD FIRM THAT FEEBLE LINE EACH IN HIS PLACE WITH CLUB OR SPEAR AND FURY DEEPER THAN DEEP FEAR AND SMILES AS SOUR AS BRINE AND THE KING HELD UP THE HORN AND SAID SEE YE MY FATHER'S HORN THAT EGBERT BLEW IN HIS EMPERE ONCE WHEN HE RODE OUT COMMONLY TWICE WHEN HE RODE FOR VENERY AND THRICE ON THE BATTLE MORN BUT HEAVIER FATES HAVE FALLEN THE HORN OF THE WESSEX KINGS AND I BLEW ONCE THE RIDING SIGN TO CALL YOU TO THE FIGHTING LINE AND GLORY AND ALL GOOD THINGS AND NOW TWO BLASTS THE HUNTING SIGN BECAUSE WE TURN TO BAY BUT I WILL NOT BLOW THE THREE BLASTS TILL WE BE LOST OR THEY AND NOW I BLOW THE HUNTING SIGN CHARGED SOME BY RULE AND ROD BUT WHEN I BLOW THE BATTLE SIGN CHARGE ALL AND GO TO GOD
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