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SHEEP AMONG THE CHEVIOTS.
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SHEEP AMONG THE CHEVIOTS.


Graze on, graze on, there comes no sound
    Of border-warfare here,
No slogan-cry of gathering clan,
    No battle-axe, or spear,
No belted knight in armor bright,
    With glance of kindled ire,
Doth change the sports of Chevy-Chase
    To conflict stern and dire.

Ye wist not that ye press the spot,
    Where Percy held his way
Across the marches, in his pride,
    The "chiefest harts to slay;"
And where the stout Earl Douglas rode
    Upon his milk-white steed,
With "fifteen hundred Scottish spears,"
    To stay the invaders' deed.

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