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Now Sunday came, and in the aisle Did kneel the Giant tall; The priest could not forbear a smile, The church it looked so small!

And, as the Giant walked away, He knocked off the roof with his head; But he quarried stones on the following day, To build another instead.

And it was high and broad and long, And a hundred years it stood, To tell of the Giant so cruel and strong That kindness had made good.

And when Harold and Alice were married there, A handsome sight was seen; For the bridegroom was brave, and the bride was fair-- LONG LIVE OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN!