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 “Go now, refresh your weary limbs,
 * “That the long march doth tire!”

Upon the left-hand mountains stand,
 * And mountains on the right,

And on their summits glittering high
 * Looks down the sun so bright.

And onward o’er the mountains here,
 * And o’er the mountains there,

In columns long the warriors march,
 * And battle with them bear.

“Ho! onward to the castle! on!
 * “That stands on the rocky height!

“Where Kruvoi Voimir captive holds
 * “With his daughter, maiden bright!

“He took them in the forest thick,
 * “All under yon grey rock,

“And there with arrogance and scorn
 * “Neklan our prince did mock.

“Kruvoi to Neklan promis’d faith,
 * “And gave his hand thereby,

“Yet wrought with that very voice and hand
 * “His people’s misery—

“Up, up, ye warriors! up with speed,
 * “And storm yon castle high!”

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