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 Amongst the Tatar tents; with rain
 * Reviv’d the hill-spring flows!

The storm is past, from ev’ry land
 * There hasten warriors brave,

Towards Olmütz march in order’d ranks,
 * And high their banners wave.

Their heavy swords beside them hang,
 * Full quivers rattling sound

Upon their hips, their valiant heads
 * With helmets bright are crown’d,

And underneath the riders’ weight
 * The swift steeds prance and bound.

The wood-horns hoarsely bray, the roll
 * Of drums resounds afar,

The hosts upon each other rush,
 * And close in dreadful war.

A cloud arises from the dust,
 * And hangs the armies o’er;

The second fight is fiercer far
 * Than was the fight before.

The sharp swords clash, with fearful hiss
 * The poison’d arrows fly,

Spears crashing meet, and jav’lins whizz,
 * As they are hurl’d on high;