The Carrion Crow
A carrion crow sat on an oak
And watched where the line of battle broke.
A carrion crow sat on an ash -
He hears the spears’ and shields’ clash.
A carrion crow sat on a pine:
The long-bows are bent, the swift arrows whine.
A carrion crow sat on an elm:
The broad sword batters the bright-plumed helm.
A carrion crow sat on a yew:
On Bosworth Field lies a crimson dew.
A carrion crow sat on a thorn,
Where the crown of England had rolled, forlorn.
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