Sail Away

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Alnwick Castle Home of the Percy’s Home of the Percy high born race, Home of their beautiful and brave alike their birth and burial place Their cradle and their grave!

Still sternly oer the castle gate Their houses lions stands in state As is his proud departed hours And warriors frown in stone on high And feudal banners “[flock?] the sky above his princely towers. Gaze on the abbey’s ruined pile [?oes] not the succoring [ iy?] keeping Her watch around if seem to smile As oer a lord one sleeping One solitary turret – pray Still less, in melancholy story the legend of the Cheviot day The Percy’s proudest [border?] story

That day its roofs was triumph arch Then ran from aisle to pictured dome the light-step of the soldiers march The music of the trump and drum and babe and sire, the old the young, welcomed the warrior home. Wise with the lore of centuries, what tales if there be ”[illegible] in trees”, Those giant oaks could tell, Tales of the Peasant and the Peer, Tales of the bridal and the bier The welcome and farewell since on their boughs the startled bird First in her twilight slumbers, heard The Norman curfew bell. I wandered through the lofty halls Trod by the Percy’s of old fame and traced upon the chapel walls

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