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up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane,
 * My Dane with the beautiful eyes!

Thousands and thousands await thee full fain,
 * And talk of the wind and the skies.

Fear not from folk and from country to part,
 * O, I swear it is wisely done;

For (I said) I will bear me by thee, sweetheart,
 * As becometh my father's son.

Great London was shouting as I went down.
 * 'She is worthy,' I said, 'of this;

What shall I give who have promised a crown?
 * O, first I will give her a kiss.'

So I kissed her and brought her, my Dane, my Dane,
 * Through the waving wonderful crowd:

Thousands and thousands, they shouted amain.
 * Like mighty thunders and loud.