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-like they catch their prey In nets of shade. For though creeds whirl away in dust, Faith fails and men forget, These aged gods of fright and lust Cling to life yet. Old gods almost dead, malign, Starved of their ancient dues, Incense and fruit, fire, blood and wine And an unclean muse. Banished to woods and a sickly moon, Shrunk to mere bogey things, Who spoke with thunder once at noon To prostrate kings. With thunder from an open sky To peasant, tyrant, priest, Bowing in fear with a dazzled eye Towards the East. Proud gods, humbled, sunk so low, Living with ghosts and ghouls, And ghosts of ghosts and last year's snow And dead toadstools. BALOO LOO FOR JENNY. Sing baloo loo for Jenny And where is she gone? Away to spy her mother's land, Riding all alone. To the rich towns of Scotland, The woods and the streams, High upon a Spanish horse Saddled for her dreams. By Oxford and by Chester, To Berwick-on-the-Tweed, Then once across the borderland She shall find no need. A loaf for her at Stirling, A scone at Carlisle, Honeyed cakes at Edinbro'-- That shall make her smile. At Aberdeen clear cider, Mead for her at Nairn, A cup of wine at John o' Groats-- That shall please my bairn. Sing baloo loo for Jenny, Mother will be fain To see her little truant child Riding home again. HAWK AND BUCKLE. Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather? He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle, And ten bold companions all drinking together. Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather? She sits in the parlour with smell of honeysuckle, Trimming her bonnet with red ostrich feather. Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather? He is rubbing his eyes with a slow and lazy knuckle As he wakes from his nap on a bank of fresh heather. Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather? He is bobbing for tiddlers in a little
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