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A sleepy people, without priests or kings, / Dreamed here, men say, to drive us to the sea: / O let us drive ourselves! For it is free / And smells of honour and of English things.
How came we brawling by these bitter springs, / We of the North? -- two kindly nations -- we?
Though the dice rattles and the clear coin rings, / Here is no place for living men to be.
Leave them the gold that worked and whined for it, / Let them that have no nation anywhere / Be native here, and fat and full of bread; / But we, whose sins were human, we will quit / The land of blood, and leave these vultures there, / Noiselessly happy, feeding on the dead.