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 E’en so was heard the Tatar foe,
 * Thick swarming for the fight.

With speed do the Hungarians
 * Collect in companies,

With speed they arm themselves, and go
 * To meet their enemies.

But all in vain their courage was,
 * Vain all their manliness,

All, all in vain their efforts brave;
 * Upon their centre press

The Tatars, break their ranks, and all
 * Their numerous host doth flee;

The Tatars all things devastate,
 * That in the land there be.

All hope the Christians doth forsake,
 * Had been such sorrow never;

They pray’d to God imploringly,
 * That he would them deliver.

‘Now in thine anger, Lord, arise,
 * And free us from the foe,

And free us from the murderers,
 * That would our souls bring low,

And as the wolves around the sheep,
 * Around us preying go.’