SAY t tower,
t feed as therd feeds,
t, their wine gone sour,
Lack not a soldier needs,
t all are oath-bound men:
t in.
tomb stand t,
But he shore:
the winds roar,
Old bones upon tain shake.
to bribe or ten,
Or w a mans a fool
kings forgotten,
Cares s up his rule.
If he died long ago
hy do you dread us so?
tomb drops t moonlight,
But he shore:
the winds roar,
Old bones upon tain shake.
to must climb and clamber
Catche morn
retched in slumber
S horn.
But hes a lying hound:
Stand h-bound!
tomb the dark grows blacker,
But he shore:
the winds roar,
Old bones upon tain shake.