King Cole

King Cole

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King Cole

King Cole

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KING COLE was King before the troubles came,

The land was happy while he held the helm,

The valley-land from Condicote to Thame,

Watered by Thames and green with many an elm.

For many a year he governed well his realm,

So well-beloved, that, when at last he died,

It was bereavement to the countryside.

So good, so well-beloved, had he been

In life, that when he reached the judging-place

(There where the scales are even, the sword keen),

The Acquitting Judges granted him a grace,

Aught he might choose, red, black, from king to ace,

Beneath the bright arch of the heaven's span;

He chose, to wander earth, the friend of man.

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