Known by his forceful breast and ne'er by back to the foeman,Who shall at times full oft in doubtful contest of race-courseConquer the fleet-foot doe with slot-tracks smoking and burning.Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, 0 Spindles.
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None shall with him compare, howe'er war-doughty a hero,Whenas the Phrygian rills flow deep with bloodshed of Teucer,And beleaguering the walls of Troy with longest of warfareHe shall the works lay low, third heir of Pelops the perjured.Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, 0 Spindles.6.His be the derring-do and deeds of valour egregious,Often mothers shall own at funeral-rites of their children,What time their hoary hairs from head in ashes are loosened,And wi' their hands infirm thay smite their bosoms loose duggèd.Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, 0 Spindles.
7.For as the toiling hind bestrewing denseness of corn-stalksUnder the broiling sun mows grain-fields yellow to harvest,So shall his baneful brand strew earth with corpses of Troy-born.Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, 0 Spindles.
8.Aye to his valorous worth attest shall wave of ScamanderWhich unto Hellè-Sea fast flowing ever dischargeth,