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They came into the midmost wood,
Right hands they reach’d around,
And whispering words together spake,
That none might hear the sound.

The night it passes the midnight hour,
Approaches towards morning grey,
And Vyhon to Prince Oldrich speaks,
And thus to him doth say:
“Ho, list to me, thou glorious Prince!
“God gave thee strength of limb;
“And wisdom and a prudent mind
“Thou hast received from Him.
“Come, lead us ’gainst the cruel Poles!
“Thy bidding we’ll obey;
“To right, to left, we’ll turn and wheel,
“As thou may’st point the way;
“Advance, retreat, at thy command,
“In every furious fight:
“Up, up, ye men of valiant heart,
“And arm yourselves with might!”

Lo! lo! the Prince the banner lifts
High in his mighty hand;
“With me, with me, against the Poles,
“The foemen of our land!”