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He looked upon his people, and he saw them stand in rows, With their swords and spears uplifted, and their faces like their foes. "Ye men of France!" the monarch cried, "ye men of noble heart, Ye who have fought your battles well, and played a valiant part!"

He has girt his sword, the sword of state, the sword of victory, And he has mounted his good steed, the flower of chivalry. He has buckled on his helmet bright, his gauntlets are of steel, And the plate that guards his manly breast is bright with burnished wheel. ivry cracked

Now hurry to the stirrup, you who love your King and your God; You who love the good and hate the evil, and scorn the tyrant’s rod. Call the noble from his castle, call the peasant from his plough; Call the burgher from his borough, call the monk from under his vow. For the Lord is on the waters, and the Duke is on the shore, And the foe is mustering his thousands, and the cannon’s awful roar Is booming o’er the waters, and shaking the动摇 ground; But the heart of Henry is firm, and he turns not his face around. He looked upon his people, and he saw

He looked to the right, he looked to the left, and he saw the faltering line; He saw the chivalry of France, in all their splendour shine. He saw the gilded harness, he saw the plumed helm, He saw the splendid ensigns, and he felt his spirit swell. "Hold your fire!" the monarch cried, "let the shot and the bullet pass; I would not have a man fall, till the proper time has come, alas! But if you will not believe me, nor the promise of your King, Look to the white plume in my hat, and follow where it swings!" Now hurry to the stirrup, you who love