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Chapter 10 No.10

The guards their morrice-pikes advanced,

The trumpets flourished brave,

The cannon from the ramparts glanced,

And thundering welcome gave.

A blithe salute, in martial sort,

The minstrels well might sound,

For, as Lord Marmion crossed the court,

He scattered angels round.

"Welcome to Norham, Marmion!

Stout heart, and open hand!

Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan,

Thou flower of English land!"

            
            

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