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We have Eshton, as firm as the rocks where he dwells,
Who has many brave youths on the edge of the fells;
They will sound the war chorus till Hartlington know,
And the red plumes of Craven will wave on his brow.
The white rocks of Malham were never more strong
Than the lines of our knights, when once cheered with a song;
They need but a whisper, they all will awake,
And the rocks they ride o'er with their horses will shake.