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QUEEN’S COURT MANUSCRIPT.
They pray’d to God imploringly,
That he would them deliver.
“Now in thine anger, Lord, arise,
“And free us from the foe,
“And free us from the murderers,
“That would our souls bring low,
“And as the wolves around the sheep,
“Around us prowling go.”
A first, a second fight is lost,
The Tatars make their home
In Poland, all things devastate,
And near and nearer come.
And now the savage heathen press
To Olmütz; cries of woe
Arise in ev’ry district; nought
Is safe before the foe.
The first, the second day is past,
And neither side hath won;
But ah! the Tatar multitude
Goes still increasing on,
And waxes, as the ev’ning mist,
That hangs the woods upon.
The Christians, boat-like, to and fro
Amidst the Tatars sway,
