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’LL tell to you a glorious tale Of struggles and of war; Come, listen, and collect yourselves,
 * The mighty deeds to hear.

Far in the land where Olmütz reigns,
 * Rises a hill, not high;

’Tis Hostajnow; God’s Mother there
 * Works marvels wondrously.

’Twas quiet in our country long,
 * Long bloom’d a peaceful age,

When from the east a storm arose,
 * Amongst the lands to rage.

It was the daughter of the Khan,
 * The Khan of Tatary,

By Christian hands did for her gold,
 * Her pearls and jewels, die.