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I. the banners from the battlements— Hang garlands on the walls!— Today Lord Ulric comes again To his ancestral halls.

II. Long time he has been absent— Long time with sword in hand;— Now they have tamed the crescent In every christian land.

III. The boy he left an infant He will not find the same,— The feet can run the greensward, The lips can name his name.