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A NEW FOREST BALLAD.
viii.The metal good and the walnut wood Did soon in flinders flee;They tost the orts to south and north, And grappled knee to knee.
ix.They wrestled up, they wrestled down, They wrestled still and sore;Beneath their feet the myrtle sweet Was stamped to mud and gore.
x.Ah, cold pale moon, thou cruel pale moon, That starest with never a frownOn all the grim and the ghastly things That are wrought in thorpe and town:
xi.And yet, cold pale moon, thou cruel pale moon, That night hadst never the graceTo lighten two dying Christian men To see one another's face.
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