Presence
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Dolan Madoc of Harlech |
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But tell me when, if as I ken, His presence lingers on, As we take the line and our arrows fly Is he ever really gone? |
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Some time ago, a man I know Would travel far and wide A marshal's book and a range he took To each and every site. Chidiock the Younger brought with him A gift for Calontir The joy we know, when lift our bows Flows from all that he did here. |
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In ancient days, the sagas say Lived an archer of renown From Thousand Hills with mighty skill Who would wear the Calon crown Twas Zenobia of Rebelswood Of her legend you have heard How a lady fair and an archer rare Showed us wisdom with her words |
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I can see him stand, with bow in hand An eye both keen and true A giant of a man, from southern lands His skill was matched by few Bear was known for an arrow thrown And the Knowne World can attest Champion of all, but as I recall Twas his smile I liked best |
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So oft it seems, in life I deem We're measured by our skill Far better though, if we could know The weight of heart and will Though distance fair and life's despair Keep him far from Calon home Brave Owen calls us brothers all And we claim him for our own. |
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From Three Rivers land comes many a man Who would fight for land and king Some seek the skies where the arrows fly And you hear the bowstring sing. Where hearts were glad and fun was had Christoval could be found there I can still recall, how he brought to all This passion that we share. |
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