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HISTORICAL BALLADS.
O from the cruel Tatar noose
Rescue and set us free!
‘Grant moisture to our bodies parch’d,
That here are perishing,
And we will give, O Lord, to thee
Loud thanks in offering.
‘Crush now the foe in all our lands,
And us from them deliver,
Annihilate them utterly
For ever and for ever!’
Lo! Lo! upon the sultry heav’n
A cloud ascendeth high!
Loud blow the winds, the thunder rolls
And crashes fearfully.
The sky is thick overclouded all;
Flash! flash! the lightning glows
Amongst the Tatar tents; with rain
Reviv’d the hill-spring flows!
The storm is past, from ev’ry land
There hasten warriors brave,
Towards Olmütz march in ordered ranks,
And high their banners wave.
Their heavy swords beside them hang,
Full quivers rattling sound
