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Sweep seven bold galleys to the land, Spring from their decks a warrior band, Dance their white plumes before the breeze Like summer foam on summer seas, Flashes the lance like meteor light, Hauberk and helm are gleaming bright, And spreads the banner its rich fold, Where shines on purple, work'd in gold A lion, which a maiden's hand Holds by a silken rein's command. Well mayst thou bend, fair queen, thy brow To the brave warriors greeting now; Well have they fought for thee and thine, Sweet flower of thy royal line; And well may they catch thy sweet eye, And swear beneath its rule to die.