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Sonnet IV - This Great Crusade
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By Alun Tudor Jones.
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As we engage upon this great crusade,
Prepared to cross that wildest Severn Sea,
Professional gentlemen from steel are made,
To show that Welshmen pride their liberty.
The Winter Winds may chill them to their core,
The Summer Sun may burn them as they walk,
But these fine men will come back wanting more,
Of sausages and cheese and friendly talk.
They walk with noble grace throughout the day,
Freedom in their stride such acrobatics,
They learn so much as they pace out their way,
Pause for Mysteries of Mathematics.
And so Sir George please guide us on our course,
‘Tis off to Bath and do not spare the horse.
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© That Man Enterprises, January 26th, 1998.
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