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Rh And glorious were their doings then:

Seven bands composed the host;

Seven valiant chieftains led the men,

And each a Var could boast.

In their communion all was union,

And valor in the fray;

No thought of fear was ever there,

But safety kept the sway.

They conquered long—like Samson strong,

All foemen they subdued;

With lion-hearts o'erwhelming all—

A fearful multitude.

Of all the band, the Magyars' pride

Was the renowned Arpād;

He was the highest, noblest chief,

And greatest riches had.

And soon they found, while wandering round,

The Duna's waters clear;

In beauteous road those waters flow'd—

No clearer waters were.

They hurried then a messenger,

The Duna's stream to track;

And, did its name deserve its fame,

The borders to attack.