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 O’er Neklan, o’er that glorious prince,
 * He’d won the victory.

And fire and sword he sent abroad
 * Into Neklan’s land so wide,

And behind his warriors’ robber swords Neklan with scorn defied.

“Up, Czestmir! lead my bands to war!
 * “Vlaslaw, puff’d up with pride,

“Hath spoken words of arrogance,
 * “And us with scorn defied.”

And Czestmir doth with joy arise,
 * And seizes his dark black shield,

(His dark black shield two tusks adorn)
 * And with it to the field

He takes his axe and his helm, which ne’er
 * In war might piercèd be,

And offerings to the gods he brings
 * Under every greenwood tree.

Merrily Czestmir calls his men,
 * And soon the ranks they fill,

And they march ere dawn and all day long, And they march on yet when the sun is set,
 * To the top of yon high hill.