By F. B. Money-Coutts
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Now out, now in, through thick and through thin,
Mark fled from that shield aghast;
Through thick and through thin, with dindle and din,
Sir Dagonet followed fast!
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Then the knights chased after, with Ho! and Yield!
And he ran like a rated hound;
And the cry rose high and the laughter pealed,
Till wood and water and forest and field
Rang with the noise and sound!
