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Chapter 85 No.85

"Soon as the midnight bell did ring,

Alone, and armed, forth rode the king

To that old camp's deserted round:

Sir Knight, you well might mark the mound

Left-hand the town-the Pictish race,

The trench, long since, in blood did trace:

The moor around is brown and bare,

The space within is green and fair.

The spot our village c

            
            

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