The while the women, squatted around against the palisade, were keeping up a high, shrill accompaniment to the deep-throated roar of the warriors, but never for a moment did that fierce, wild thrilling chant lose its rhythm or degenerate into discord.
"The Luck of Gerard Ridgeley"
Bertram Mitford
That other bridge, with the iron palisade, which sung her such alluring cradle-songs, was further away in the open, buried in darkness and silence.
"The Song of Songs"
Hermann Sudermann
But her heels still went tap-tap, and the cradle-song of the palisade thundered in between.
"The Song of Songs"
Hermann Sudermann