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 To storm the hill, loud uttering
 * An all-terrific cry,

That hills and vales resound again
 * And echo fearfully.

Upon the walls the Christians stood,
 * God’s Mother courage gave,

And quick their pliant bows they draw,
 * And fierce their falchions wave;

The Tatars they must back retreat
 * Before defence so brave.

Then raged the Tatar nation wild,
 * In fury at defeat,

The angry Khan upon them frown’d ,
 * And scowl’d with vengeful heat.

Into three columns now itself
 * The heathen host divides,

And in three columns furiously
 * They storm the mountain’s sides.

The Christians fell’d a score of trees,
 * All twenty as they grew,

And roll’d them from the summit down
 * Their battlements unto.

And now the Tatars storm the hill,
 * Shouting with fearful din,