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To ope the gate; the watchman hears
The shepherd’s early cry,
And opes the gate, the gate that leads
O’er Veltava flowing nigh.
The shepherd steps upon the bridge,
And loud his horn doth sound;
The Prince upon the bridge hath sprung,
Sev’n lords behind him bound;
Each hastens on with all his men,
With all his men around.
The trumpets loudly ’gin to bray,
The drums like thunder rumble;
They plant their flags upon the bridge,
That all the bridge doth tremble.

The Poles are panic-struck around—
The Poles their weapons seize:
The lords redouble blow on blow—
The Polish army flees.
And hurry, hurry, to the gate
They speed the trenches o’er;
And hurry, hurry, still they flee
Th’ avenging blows before.

Thus God hath victory bestow’d!
One sun to rule the skies