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THERE runs a road by Merrow Down - A grassy track today it is - An hour out of Guildford Town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring Yes, here, or hereabouts, they met But long and long before that time Then beavers built in Broadstonebrook The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai, |
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Of all the Tribe of Tegumai Who cut that figure, none remain, - On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry - The silence and the sun remain. But as the faithful years return Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds, In mocassins and deer-skin cloak, For far - oh, very far behind, |