Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)
Tyrconnell
They crowned Tyrconnell
On the rock of Doon;
"Hail! hail!" they said,
To that anointed head,
The henchman all;
They led him to the hall;
"Hail! hail! Tyrconnell!"
How the rafters rang!
Clang! clang!
How the blades out-sprang,
Like shimmering lake-water underneath the moon!
They slew Tyrconnell
On the rock of Doon;
"Traitor!" they said,
Of that anointed head,
The henchmen all
Who haled him from the hall;
"Base, base Tyrconnell!"
How the scabbards rang!--
Clang! clang!
As the blades out-sprang,
Like shimmering lake-water underneath the moon!
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