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Rh His arms rattle loudly, His wings rustle proudly, And flames fill his eyes.

Then finds he each bosom Defenceless and bare; They gladly receive him And welcome him there. The point of his arrows He lights in the glow; They clasp him and kiss him And fondle him so. Hei ei o! Popeio!

 FROM EGMONT. winds a skein and sings with Brackenburg.

drum gives the signal! Loud rings the shrill fife! My love leads his troops on Full armed for the strife, While his hand grasps his lance As they proudly advance.

My bosom pants wildly! My blood hotly flows! Oh, had I doublet, A helmet, and hose! Through the gate with bold footstep I after him hied,— Each province, each country Explored by his side. 