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 To ope the gate; the watchman hears
 * The shepherd’s early cry,

And opes the gate, the gate that leads
 * O’er Veltava flowing nigh.

The shepherd steps upon the bridge,
 * And loud his horn doth sound;

The Prince upon the bridge hath sprung,
 * Sev’n lords behind him bound;

Each hastens on with all his men,
 * With all his men around.

The trumpets loudly ’gin to bray,
 * The drums like thunder rumble;

They plant their flags upon the bridge,
 * That all the bridge doth tremble.

The Poles are panic-struck around—
 * The Poles their weapons seize:

The lords redouble blow on blow—
 * The Polish army flees.

And hurry, hurry, to the gate
 * They speed the trenches o’er;

And hurry, hurry, still they flee
 * Th’ avenging blows before.

Thus God hath victory bestow’d!
 * One sun to rule the skies