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 Eight lords behind him storming go,
 * Three hundred at their side;

Three hundred men and fifty more,
 * Of valour prov’d and tried;

To where the Polish host is laid
 * In slumber scatter’d wide.

They stood upon the mountain ridge,
 * Fast by the forest deep;

Before them Prague lies motionless
 * In her quiet morning sleep.

Veltava steams with morning mist,
 * Behind Prague the hills are blue,

Behind the hills the eastern sky
 * Assumes its morning hue.

“Down from the hill! but hush! no noise!”
 * Into quiet Prague they steal,

And each his weapon sharp within
 * His mantle doth conceal.

A shepherd goes in the grey of dawn,
 * And calls to the watch on high