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CENTURIA With song, wit and wassail, and true hearts anigh.

Centuria, Centuria, vivat Centuria!

Then love as they loved when thine eldest was young,

Centuria!

O the comrades that gossipped and painted and sung,

O the smoke-cloud that lingers their places among!

Centuria, Centuria, vivat Centuria!

And sing as they'll sing in thy fair years untold,

Centuria,

Strong hearts that shall follow, as tender and bold;

We may fade, we shall pass, but thou growest not old;

Centuria, Centuria, vivat Centuria!

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