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 In columns long the Germans march,
 * The Germans Saxons are,

Into our country from the hills,
 * That wave with woods afar.

“Give, give, ye wretches, silver, gold,
 * “And all that ye possess,

“Or else ye shall in flames behold
 * “Mansions and cottages!”

And they have burn’d our all, have ta’en
 * Our gold and silver too,

Our cattle they have driv’n away, And now towards Trosky go.

O do not, peasant, do not mourn!
 * The grass again will grow,

Although it long has trodden been
 * By footsteps of the foe.

Twine, twine, of wild flowers twine a wreath
 * For your deliv’rers brow!

The green corn glitters fresh again, And all a change doth know.

Yea, quickly all a change did know, Lo! how the people all To council Benes Hermanow Against the foe doth call!