Thomas Hardy - By the Barrows lyrics

Not far from Mellstock—so tradition saith - Where barrows, bulging as they bosoms were Of Multimammia stretched supinely there, Catch night and noon the tempest's wanton breath, A battle, desperate doubtless unto d**h, Was one time fought. The outlook, lone and bare, The towering hawk and pa**ing raven share, And all the upland round is called "The He'th." Here once a woman, in our modern age, Fought singlehandedly to shield a child - One not her own—from a man's senseless rage. And to my mind no patriots' bones there piled So consecrate the silence as her deed Of stoic and devoted self-unheed.