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"When Denmark's raven soared high, Triumphant through Northumbrian sky, Till, hovering near, her fatal croak Bade Reged's Britons dread the yoke; and the broad shadow of her wing Blackened each cateract and spring, Where Tees in tumult leaves his source, Thundering o'er Caldron and High Force; Beneath the shadow the Northmen came, Fixed on each vale a runic name, Reared high their altar's rugged stone, And gave their Gods the land they won. Then Balder, one beak garth was thine, And one sweet brooklet's silver line; And Woden's croft did little gain From the stern father of the slain." Nice eh? that was from Walter Scott's "Rokeby"

Posted by fitzcoraldo 6th September 2002ce

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