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They run, they run! to win the door
The vanquished peelers flew;
They left the sergeant’s hat behind,
And the lecturer’s surtout:
Now by our Lady Margaret,
It was a goodly sight,
To see that routed multitude
Swept down the tide of flight.
They run, they run! to win the door
The vanquished peelers flew;
They left the sergeant’s hat behind,
And the lecturer’s surtout:
Now by our Lady Margaret,
It was a goodly sight,
To see that routed multitude
Swept down the tide of flight.