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A sword! A sword! Ah, give me a sword!

For the world is all to win.

Though the way be hard and the door be barred,

The strong man enters in.

If Chance or Fate still hold the gate,

Give me the iron key,

And turret high, my plume shall fly,

Or you may weep for me!

A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse,

To bear me out afar,

Where blackest need and grimmest deed,

And sweetest perils are.