When he built the Magic Tower,
When he planned and founded it,
All the people worked at it ;
In less than a day they finished it.
When he built it, there was no goading ;
Yet the people came in their throngs.
The king was in the Magic Park,
Where the doe and stag lay hid.
Doe and stag at his coming leapt and
bounded ;
The white herons gleamed so sleek.
The king was by the Magic Pool,
Where the fish sprang so lithe.
On the upright posts and cross-beams with
their spikes
Hang the big drums and gongs.
Oh, well –ranged are the drums and gongs,
And merry is the Moated Mound.
Oh, well –ranged are the drums and gongs!
And merry is the Moated Mound.
Bang, bang go the fish-skin drums ;
The sightless and the eyeless ply their skill.
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