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QUEEN’S COURT MANUSCRIPT.
A mighty stream is hurtling wild,
Wave after wave rolls on,
But bound on bound both armies through
The stormy stream are gone.
The waters seiz’d the foreigners,
And ;whelm’d them in the tide,
But safely bore the friends they knew
To reach the other side.
Far, far and wide, through all the land,
With its long wings spread on high,
A furious glede with vengeful speed
Doth chase the birds that fly.
And Zaboi’s band thro’ all the land
Spreads wide, their foes to meet,
And down they smite them everywhere
Beneath their horses’ feet.
They chase them by night ’neath the moon’s pale light,
Beneath the sun by day,
And then in the darksome night again,
And then in the morning gray.
A mighty stream is hurtling wild,
Wave after wave rolls on,
