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John had one of those English faces That always were and will always be Found in the cream of English places Till England herself sink into the sea-- A blond, bowed face with prominent eyes A little bit bluer than English skies.
You see it in ruffs and suits of armor, You see it in wigs of many styles, Soldier and sailor, judge and farmer-- That face has governed the British Isles, By the power, for good or ill bestowed, Only on those who live by code.