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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.


Where the goatherd's lay is sung,
Where the minstrel's harp is strung!
—Foes are on thy native sea—
Give our bards a tale of thee!"


And the prince came arm’d, like a leader's son,
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.

"Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
He must learn the battle's joy.
Sister! bring the sword and spear,
Give thy brother words of cheer!
Maiden! bid thy lover part,
Britain calls the strong in heart!"


And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on,
And the bards made song for a battle won.

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