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With conquest fired, the Northerns sallied down,
To plunder Gargrave's lone deserted town;
The blazing brands within the church they hurled,
And soon the flames around the altar curled,
While from the burning roof the molten lead
Dropped on the ancient tombstones of the dead;
The blood-red sun sank slowly in the west,
As by the dreadful scene of woe oppressed:
But plunder ceased not in the shades of night,
The blazing ruins lent a baleful light,
Till Skipton's sons appeared, with banners red—
The Scots beheld their glitt'ring arms and fled!