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King Orian.
On a roaring wild bull King Orian rides,
And spurs with a dagger his tawny sides;
The wild north wind is his friend so true,
And over the mountain King Orian flew.
And spurs with a dagger his tawny sides;
The wild north wind is his friend so true,
And over the mountain King Orian flew.
He rode to the east, and he rode to the west,
Till he found a boy in an eagle's nest;
And over the water, and over the foam,
King Orian rode, with the wild-boy, home.
Till he found a boy in an eagle's nest;
And over the water, and over the foam,
King Orian rode, with the wild-boy, home.
King Orian lives in the sunset red,
And the lightning's sheet is his royal bed:
Into his long beard the wild boy crept,
And safely the king and the wild boy slept.
And the lightning's sheet is his royal bed:
Into his long beard the wild boy crept,
And safely the king and the wild boy slept.
A falling star is King Orian's sword,
And deep in the mountain his gold is stored;
And when night comes on, and the clouds go by,
He roars with the boy on the mountain high.
And deep in the mountain his gold is stored;
And when night comes on, and the clouds go by,
He roars with the boy on the mountain high.
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So listen, my children, when winter comes,
And hear in the tempest King Orian's drums;
And when storm and the winds are beating high,
The king and his wild boy are riding by.
And hear in the tempest King Orian's drums;
And when storm and the winds are beating high,
The king and his wild boy are riding by.
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