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 They came into the midmost wood,
 * Right hands they reach’d around,

And whispering words together spake,
 * That none might hear the sound.

The night it passes the midnight hour,
 * Approaches towards morning grey,
 * And Vyhon to Prince Oldrich speaks,
 * And thus to him doth say:

“Ho, list to me, thou glorious Prince!
 * “God gave thee strength of limb;

“And wisdom and a prudent mind
 * “Thou hast received from Him.

“Come, lead us ’gainst the cruel Poles!
 * “Thy bidding we’ll obey;

“To right, to left, we’ll turn and wheel,
 * “As thou may’st point the way;

“Advance, retreat, at thy command,
 * “In every furious fight:

“Up, up, ye men of valiant heart,
 * “And arm yourselves with might!”

Lo! lo! the Prince the banner lifts High in his mighty hand; “With me, with me, against the Poles,
 * “The foemen of our land!”