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Boldly he struck the martial strain;
His manly voice was deep and clear;
And rapture fires the hardy train,
Again their native tongue to hear!

The polish'd accents as they fall,
(Long used to Saxon strains uncouth)
The fields of Normandy recall,
And renovate their lusty youth.

O then each well-remember'd cot,
Each blooming maid they lov'd so well,
Their earliest and their happiest lot!—
Again their steel-clad bosoms swell.

Sweet was the strain. Enchanting them
Of happy love the minstrel sung;
To the rapt poet's blissful dream
The magic chords responsive rung.