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Up and down the red fields
 Men have seen them go,
Seen the long plumes on the wind,
 Seen the pennons flow,
Harry out of Agincourt
 Sends his bowmen wide,
Joan that has forgiven them
 Battles at their side. . . .

Christ, king of Paradise,
 Hasten with Thy hosts,
Angels all in silver mail,
 Saints and blessed ghosts,
Cry the long swords sheathed again,
 Cry the pennons furled,
Lest under Ragnarok
 Lie the shattered world!