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"Will ye part with the weeds for ever? Or show daisies to the door? Or will you bid the bold grass Go, and return no more? WILL YE PART WITH THE WEEDS FOR EVER OR SHOW DAISIES TO THE DOOR OR WILL YOU BID THE BOLD GRASS GO AND RETURN NO MORE
nd even as he said it A post ran in amain, Crying: "Arm, Lord King, the hamlets arm, In the horror and the shade of harm, They have burnt Brand of Aynger's farm-- The Danes are come again! "Danes drive the white East Angles In six fights on the plains, Danes waste the world about the Thames, Danes to the eastward--Danes!" And as he stumbled on one knee, The thanes broke out in ire, Crying: "Ill the watchmen watch, and ill The sheriffs keep the shire." But the young earl said: "Ill the saints, The saints of England, guard The land wherein we pledge them gold; The dykes decay, the King grows old, And surely this is hard, "That we be never quit of them; That when his head is hoar He cannot say to them he smote, And spared with a hand hard at the throat, 'Go, and return no more.'" Then Alfred smiled. And the smile of him Was like the sun for power. But he only pointed: bade them heed Those peasants of the Berkshire breed, Who plucked the old Horse of the weed As they pluck it to this hour. AMONG THE LORDS AND SAID THE KING IS OLD AND EVEN AS HE SAID IT A POST RAN IN AMAIN CRYING ARM LORD KING THE HAMLET'S ARM IN THE HORROR AND THE SHADE OF HARM THEY HAVE BURNT BRAND OF ANGER'S FARM THE DANES ARE COME AGAIN DANES DRIVE THE WHITE EAST ANGLES IN SIX FIGHTS ON THE PLAINS DANES WASTE THE WORLD ABOUT THE THAMES DANES TO THE EASTWARD DANES AND AS HE STUMBLED ON ONE KNEE THE DANES BROKE OUT IN IRE CRYING ALL THE WATCHMEN WATCH AND ALL THE SHERIFFS KEEP THE SHIRE BUT THE YOUNG EARL SAID ALL THE SAINTS THE SAINTS OF ENGLAND GUARD THE LAND WHEREIN WE PLEDGE THEM GOLD THE DIKES DECAY THE KING GROWS OLD AND SURELY THIS IS HARD THAT WE BE NEVER QUIT OF THEM THAT WHEN HIS HEAD IS HOAR HE CANNOT SAY TO THEM HE SMOKED AND SPARED WITH A HAND HARD AT THE THROAT GO AND RETURN NO MORE THEN ALFRED SMILED AND THE SMILE OF HIM WAS LIKE THE SUDDEN FOR POWER BUT HE ONLY POINTED BADE THEM HEED THOSE PEASANTS OF THE BERKSHIRE BREED WHO PLUCKED THE OLD HORSE OF THE WEED AS THEY PLUCK IT TO THIS HOUR
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