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• Heaven help him!' quoth Lars Porsena,
* And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms
Was never seen before.'
When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit;
And the kid turns on the spit ;
Around the firebrands close ;
And the lads are shaping bows;
When the goodman mends his armour,
And trims his helmet's plume; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
Still is the story told,
In the brave days of old.