they settled dust in your hair to watch you shake and shout it out. with our armaments bared we shed our bags and travel alls. from the lee of the wall he comes in the chang and the chariot and all his eunuchs in thrall can scarce lift his line and lariat. here com loose his hounds to blow me down. blow me down. on this stretch of ground i'll lay me down. lay me down. to sleep. and now stricken with pangs that tear at our backs like thistle down the mirror's soft silver tain reflects our last and birthing hour here com loose his hounds to blow me down. blow me down. on this stretch of ground i'll lay me down. lay me down. to sleep.