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in Northumberland, page 159:-
With Turrets I was built, where Sentinels were plac'd,
To watch upon the Pict; so me my Makers grac'd,
With hollow Pipes of Brasse, along me still that went,
By which they in one Fort still to another sent,
By speaking in the same, to tell them what to doe,
And so from Sea to Sea I could be whispered through;
Upon my thicknesse, three march'd eas'ly breast to
breast,
Twelve foot was I in height, such glory I possest.
Old Pictswall with much pride thus finishing his
plea,
Had in his utmost course attain'd the Easterne Sea,
Yet there was Hill nor Flood once heard to clap a hand;
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