Shattered his sleep by bright Sunlight
Broken the bonds of perpetual night
Awake Old Harry, full seven feet beneath
Sees the day through the iron diggers teeth
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Saxon warrior, no more at rest,
A sword against his armoured chest
With the rumble from on high,
He stirs to see the modern sky.
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Stop and go Jim at his JCB,
Eating bread and drinking tea,
No thought of the hole that he'd just dug,
A place for his crusts and the dregs from his mug
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Stands now the ancient figure out
To give poor Jim a Saxon clout;
He holds Jim now with sightless eye,
The airless lungs breathe a sigh.
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Courageous Jim, in awful plight,
Astride his digger, he will Old Harry fight;
Belching diesel, Jim's Dragon stands
With bucket full of gravel sands.
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Wields Harry his sword, as in times long by ,
Raising his blade to the pale blue sky
The rusted sword is corroded through
Poor Harry now is broken too.
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At the edge of the hole his balance can't save,
With another step back he falls in the grave.
Jim fills in the hole, there is no one to mourn,
Old Harry in pieces was already long gone.
