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, away! your care is vain; No leech could aid me now; The chill of death is at my heart, Its damp upon my brow.

Weep not—I shame to see such tears Within a warrior's eyes: Away! how can ye weep for him Who in the battle dies?

If I had died with idle head Upon my lady's knee, Had Fate stood by my silken bed, Then might ye weep for me:

But I lie on my own proud deck Before the sea and sky; The wind that sweeps my gallant sails Will have my latest sigh.

My banner floats amid the clouds, Another droops below: Well with my heart's best blood is paid Such purchase from a foe.