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oon by the chimney’s merry blaze,Through the rude hostel might you gaze;Might see, where, in dark nook aloof,The rafters of the sooty roofBore wealth of winter cheer;Of sea-fowl dried, and solands storeAnd gammons of the tusky boar,And savoury haunch of deer.The chimney arch projected wide;Above, around it, and beside,Were tools for housewives’ hand;Nor wanted, in that martial day,The implements of Scottish fray,The buckler, lance, and brand.Beneath its shade, the place of state,On oaken settle Marmion sate,And viewed around the blazing hearthHis followers mix in noisy mirth;Whom with brown ale, in jolly tide,From ancient vessels ranged aside,Full actively their host supplied.
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