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'Twas when among our linden trees	A
The bees had housed in swarms	B
And grey hair'd peasants say that these	A
Betoken foreign arms	C
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Then look'd we down to Willisow	C
The land was all in flame	D
We knew the Archduke Leopold	E
With all his army came	D
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The Austrian nobles made their vow	F
So hot their heart and bold	E
On Switzer carles we'll trample now	F
And slay both young and old	E
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With clarion loud and banner proud	G
From Zurich on the lake	H
In martial pomp and fair array	I
Their onward march they make	H
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Now list ye lowland nobles all	J
Ye seek the mountain strand	K
Nor wot ye what shall be your lot	L
In such a dangerous land	K
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I rede ye shrive ye of your sins	C
Before ye farther go	M
A skirmish in Helvetian hills	C
May send your souls to woe	M
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But where now shall we find a priest	N
Our shrift that he may hear	O
The Switzer priest has ta'en the field	P
He deals a penance drear	O
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Right heavily upon your head	Q
He'll lay his hand of steel	R
And with his trusty partisan	S
Your absolution deal	R
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'Twas on a Monday morning then	T
The corn was steep'd in dew	U
And merry maids had sickles ta'en	T
When the host to Sempach drew	U
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The stalwart men of fair Lucerne	V
Together have they join'd	W
The pith and core of manhood stern	V
Was none cast looks behind	X
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It was the Lord of Hare castle	Y
And to the duke he said	Q
Yon little band of brethren true	U
Will meet us undismay'd	Q
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O Hare castle thou heart of hare	O
Fierce Oxenstern replied	Q
Shalt see then how the game will fare	O
The taunted knight replied	Q
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There was lacing then of helmets bright	Q
And closing ranks amain	V
The peaks they hew'd from their boot points	C
Might wellnigh load a wain	V
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And thus they to each other said	Q
Yon handful down to hew	U
Will be no boastful tale to tell	Z
The peasants are so few	U
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The gallant Swiss Confederates there	O
They pray'd to God aloud	Q
And he dismay'd his rainbow fair	O
Against a swarthy cloud	Q
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Then heart and pulse throbb'd more and more	O
With courage firm and high	A2
And down the good Confederates bore	O
On the Austrian chivalry	O
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The Austrian Lion 'gan to growl	B2
And toss his mane and tail	C2
And ball and shaft and crossbow bolt	Q
Went whistling forth like hail	C2
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Lance pike and halbert mingled there	O
The game was nothing sweet	Q
The boughs of many a stately tree	O
Lay shiver'd at their feet	Q
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The Austrian met at arms stood fast	Q
So close their spears they laid	Q
It chafed the gallant Winkelreid	Q
Who to his comrades said	Q
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I have a virtuous wife at home	D2
A wife and infant son	V
I leave them to my country's care	O
This field shall soon be won	V
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These nobles lay their spears right thick	E2
And keep full firm array	O
Yet shall my charge their order break	H
And make my brethren way	O
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He rush'd against the Austrian hand	Q
In desperate career	O
And with his body breast and hand	Q
Bore down each hostile spear	O
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Four lances splinter'd on his crest	Q
Six shiver'd in his side	Q
Still on the serried files he press'd	Q
He broke their ranks and died	Q
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This patriot's self devoted deed	Q
First tamed the Lion's mood	Q
And the four forest cantons freed	Q
From thraldom by his blood	Q
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Right where his charge had made a lane	V
His valiant comrades burst	Q
With sword and axe and partisan	V
And hack and stab and thrust	Q
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The daunted Lion 'gan to whine	V
And granted ground amain	V
The Mountain Bull he bent his brows	C
And gored his sides again	V
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Then lost was banner spear and shield	Q
At Sempach in the flight	Q
The cloister vaults at Konig's field	Q
Hold many an Austrian knight	Q
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It was the Archduke Leopold	Q
So lordly would he ride	Q
But he came against the Switzer churls	C
And they slew him in his pride	Q
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The heifer said unto the bull	F2
And shall I not complain	V
There came a foreign nobleman	V
To milk me on the plain	V
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One thrust of thine outrageous horn	V
Has gall'd the knight so sore	O
That to the churchyard he is borne	V
To range our glens no more	O
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An Austrian noble left the stour	O
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And fast the flight 'gan take	H
And he arrived in luckless hour	O
At Sempach on the lake	H
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He and his squire a fisher call'd	Q
His name was Hans Von Rot	Q
For love or meed or charity	Q
Receive us in thy boat	Q
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Their anxious call the fisher heard	Q
And glad the meed to win	V
His shallop to the shore he steer'd	Q
And took the flyers in	V
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And while against the tide and wind	Q
Hans stoutly row'd his way	O
The noble to his follower sign'd	Q
He should the boatman slay	O
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The fisher's back was to them turn'd	Q
The squire his dagger drew	O
Hans saw his shadow in the lake	H
The boat he overthrew	O
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He 'whelmed the boat and as they strove	G2
He stunn'd them with his oar	O
Now drink ye deep my gentle sirs	C
You'll ne'er stab boatman more	O
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Two gilded fishes in the lake	H
This morning have I caught	Q
Their silver scales may much avail	C2
Their carrion flesh is naught	Q
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It was a messenger of woe	M
Has sought the Austrian land	Q
Ah gracious lady evil news	C
My lord lies on the strand	Q
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At Sempach on the battle field	Q
His bloody corpse lies there	O
Ah gracious God the lady cried	Q
What tidings of despair	O
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Now would you know the minstrel wight	Q
Who sings of strife so stern	V
Albert the Souter is he hight	Q
A burgher of Lucerne	V
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A merry man was he I wot	Q
The night he made the lay	O
Returning from the bloody spot	Q
Where God had judged the day	O