when Merlin
knelte to Æthelstan
he bid'th wealthe
acrosse the lande
an' lo thy King
giveth his hande
presidin' o'er all Albion
from Alfred
in whose shadowe ran
emerg'd the court
of Æthelstan
an' on to rule
the state-ly man
for all the souls of Albion
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