Romantic Ballads, Translated from the Danish; and Miscellaneous Pieces by George Henry Borrow
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The sixth, he had a bugle, And when he blew a blast, The stoutest of his foemen Would fly before him fast: The seventh, unimpeded, Through solid hills could roam: The eighth could walk the ocean, When billows were in foam: The ninth could draw, by magic, The fishes from the deep: The tenth was never weary, Nor overcome by sleep: The eleventh bound the dragon Which crept among the grass; And all he wish'd to happen Was sure to come to pass: The twelfth, who was reputed The wisest of the band, Knew what was going forward In every foreign land. And now, forsooth, I tell ye, Who listen to my strain, That such a set of brothers Will ne'er be seen again. |
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