In days of old when knights were bold <br />And passions ran like fire <br />Maidens fair would brush their hair <br />And kneel before their squire <br /> <br />The peasants in the fields would toil <br />From dawn untill the light did fail <br />While castles cast their shadows long <br />And knights would don the mail <br /> <br />The courtyards rang with steel on steel <br />As they fought to prove their worth <br />The minstrels sang with tales of woe <br />And jesters danced with mirth <br /> <br />The dogs would roam the banquet hall <br />To scavenge from the floor <br />A picture of merry England <br />From a tapestry on the wall.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/merry-england/
