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LOLLINGDON DOWNS

Cotta

My God, hark how the trumpets bray.


Chief

They do. You see the end of things.
The power of a thousand kings
Helped us to this, and now the power
Is so much hay that was a flower.


Lucius

We have been very great and strong.


Chief

That's over now.


Lucius

It will be long
Before the world will see our like.


Chief

We've kept these thieves beyond the dyke
A good long tune, here on the Wall.


Lucius

Colonel, we ought to sound a call
To mark the end of this.