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 Now stream the peasants where the wood
 * ’Neath Hrubá Skála grows,

And each is weapon’d with a flail,
 * That ’gainst the Saxons goes,

’Tis Benes leads the van, the folk
 * Doth follow wrathful wise,

And vengeance, vengeance every man
 * Against the plund’rers cries.

O anger fierce and savage wrath
 * Did fill both armies then,

And in the inmost breasts did storm
 * Of the enraged men!

And fury in the foemen’s eyes
 * Against each other glows,

And club ’gainst club on high they raise,
 * And spears to spears oppose.

On one another rush’d the hosts,
 * As wood on wood were hurl’d,

And like the lightning of the sky,
 * So gleam’d the swords they whirl’d.

A fearful cry arising thence
 * The forest beasts doth fright,

And scareth all the wingéd fowls
 * To the third ridge’s height.