And I 've tramped Britain , and I 've tramped Gaul , And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall As white as the neck of Lalage -- -LRB- As cold as the heart of Lalage ! -RRB- And I 've lost Britain , and I 've lost Gaul , ' -LRB- the voice seemed very cheerful about it -RRB- , ` And I 've lost Rome , and , worst of all , I 've lost Lalage ! ' They were standing by the gate to Far Wood when they heard this song . Without a word they hurried to their private gap and wriggled through the hedge almost atop of a jay that was feeding from Puck 's hand . ` Gently ! ' said Puck . ` What are you looking for ? ' ` Parnesius , of course , ' Dan answered . ` We 've only just remembered yesterday . It is n't fair . ' Puck chuckled as he rose . ` I 'm sorry , but children who spend the afternoon with me and a Roman Centurion need a little settling dose of Magic before they go to tea with their governess . Ohé , Parnesius ! ' he called . ` Here , Faun ! ' came the answer from Volaterrae . They could see the shimmer of bronze armour in the beech crotch , and the friendly flash of the great shield uplifted . ' I have driven out the Britons . ' Parnesius laughed like a boy . ' I occupy their high forts .
But XXXXX is merciful !
Britain Britons Faun Gaul Lalage Puck Rome Volaterrae Wood crotch