Two and two behind the twins<BR> Their trusty comrades go,<BR>Four and forty valiant men,<BR> With club, and axe, and bow.<BR>On each side every hamlet<BR> Pours forth its joyous crowd,<BR>Shouting lads and baying dogs,<BR> And children laughing loud,<BR>And old men weeping fondly<BR> As Rhea&#039;s boys go by,<BR>And maids who shriek to see the heads,<BR> Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.<BR>