Here’s a catch and a carol to the great, grand Chan,
The King of all the Kings across the sea!
“Here’s a catch and a carol to the great, grand Chan; |And
Chorus.|
For we won through the deserts to his sunset barbican;
And the mountains of his palace no Titan’s reach may span
Where he wields his seignorie!
“Red-as-blood skins of Panthers, so bright against the sun |A first
Stave
Fearsome,|
On the walls of the halls where his pillared state is set
They daze with a blaze no man may look upon.
And with conduits of beverage those floors run wet.