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 And the whole world has seen how great

A patriot's victory may be;

When arm'd, Bohemia!—arm'd for thee.

(O laurels on thy bidding wait,

To crown thee for eternity!)

see! what crowded german bands—

Steeds clamp and weapons dang—from Rhine

And Oder's thickly-peopled lends;

And mountain-warriors there combine

From distant Alp and Appenine:

Hungarians too—and neighbouring poles,

And practised saxons—tell us why

Ye lift your swords, your lances high?—

O! popish briefs—and popish bulls

Have preach'd of our apostacy.