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THE SWAN-NECK.
Housing erne and sallow glede,Housing grey wolf off his feed,Over franklin, earl, and thane,Heaps of mother-naked slain,Round the red field tracing slow,Stooped that Swan-neck white as snowNever blushed nor turned away,Till she found him where he lay;Clipt him in her armés fair,Wrapt him in her yellow hair,Bore him from the battle-stead,Saw him laid in pall of lead,Took her to a minster high,For Earl Harold's soul to cry.
 Thus fell Harold, bracelet-giver;Jesu rest his soul for ever;Angles all from thrall deliver;Miserere Domine.
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