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the mighty minster's bell, Tolling with a sudden swell; By the colours half-mast high, O'er the sea hung mournfully; Know, a prince hath died!

By the drum's dull muffled sound, By the arms that sweep the ground, By the volleying muskets' tone, Speak ye of a soldier gone In his manhood's pride.

By the chanted psalm that fills Reverently the ancient hills,1