The Black Tower
SAY that the men of the old black tower,
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
Laothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:
Those banners e not in.
There iomb stand the dead upright,
But winds e up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
Those banners e to bribe or threaten,
Or whisper that a mans a fool
Who, when his ht kings fotten,
Cares what kis up his rule.
If he died long ago
Why do you dread us so?
There iomb drops the faint moonlight,
But wind es up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
The towers old cook that must climb and clamber
Catg small birds in the dew of the morn
When we hale meretched in slumber
Swears that he hears the kings great horn.
But hes a lying hound:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
There iomb the dark grows blacker,
But wind es up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.