Avenge O Lord

Season 4, Episode 9, Aired

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Jim is assigned to guard a mainland MP who has come to Jersey to study the island's police force.

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      • Avenge O Lord has its title from a poem by John Milton (1608-1674), which is also referred to in the episode. The poem was written as a commemoration of the massacre of the Waldensians by the Romish church in Piedmont, Italy.

        Avenge O Lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all th'Italian fields where still doth sway The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow A hunder'd-fold, who having learnt thy way Early may fly the Babylonian wo.

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