Now hath this younker torn his tressed locks
It loomed so gigantically through the mist, and defied the armies of Israel with so Goliathan an air, that we trembled for the ark of God.
Amid that scene, if ſome relenting eye Glance on the ſtone where our cold reliques lie.
I'ld be living in a great big palace And drinking my wine from an emerald studed chalice I'ld wear a crown made of silver and gold like it was wayback in time of old
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