By the splendor of God! We come! We come!

Sword in hand, by the Grace of God,

We fight till death for Old England's crown,

Till Harold, or We, with our crowns, go down,

Sword in hand, by the Grace of God!

By the Grace of God!

By the splendor of God! We come! We come!

To fight to the death for Old England's crown,

To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.

By the splendor of God! We come! We come!

Sword in hand, by a King who dares

To fight that God and our Right be made

Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,

Sword in hand, by a King who dares,

By a King who dares!

THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.

As I stroll by the stream where you stray,

A beam is reflected afar,

Which seems, on the waters, a ray—

The ray from a luminous star.

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