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BURY the Great Duke
 * With an empire's lamentation,

Let us bury the Great Duke
 * To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,

Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.

Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore? Here, in streaming London's central roar. Let the sound of those he wrought for, And the feet of those he fought for, Echo round his bones for evermore.

Lead out the pageant: sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long, long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow; The last great Englishman is low.

Mourn, for to us he seems the last, Remembering all his greatness in the Past. No more in soldier fashion will he greet Rh