At the Rollrights Always listen<\/p>\n
to the coming of the dawn<\/p>\n
to the muses \u00a0heard at twilight<\/p>\n
far away towards the corn<\/p>\n
listen to the grove of trees that<\/p>\n
silently proclaim<\/p>\n
stand beside the glorious Elder<\/p>\n
of Long Compton fame<\/p>\n
the Kings men<\/p>\n
were exhausted as they reached<\/p>\n
the steepest part<\/p>\n
they lay getting their<\/p>\n
breath back<\/p>\n
all of stoutish heart<\/p>\n
the diminutive<\/p>\n
a crone in rags did cry<\/p>\n
this hill is mine the lot of you<\/p>\n
so leave now or you shall die<\/p>\n
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At the Rollrights Always listen to the coming of the dawn to the muses \u00a0heard at twilight far away towards the corn listen to the grove of trees that silently proclaim stand beside the glorious Elder of Long Compton fame … Continue reading