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 The Tatars they must back retreat
 * Before defence so brave.

Then raged in fury at defeat
 * The Tatar nation wild,

The angry Khan upon them frown’d,
 * With dark displeasure fill’d.

Into three columns now itself
 * The heathen host divides,

And in three columns furiously
 * They storm the mountain’s sides.

The Christians fell’d a score of trees,
 * All twenty as they grew,

And roll’d them from the summit down
 * Their battlements unto.

And now the Tatars storm the hill,
 * Shouting with fearful din,

That far and wide ascends, and now
 * To breach the walls begin.

Down from the walls the trees they hurl,
 * Like worms the Tatar foe

They crush, and spread destruction wide
 * Upon the plain below.

And long and savagely ’twas fought,
 * Until the gloom of night