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Proud Gaston bow'd the willing knee,And pledg'd the faith of chivalry.
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Then, as each eye on Edward hung,
The Hero, turning to Castile,
Cried with loud voice, and grasp'd his hand,
“Edward his faith in blood shall seal.
“Thou, King! within thy native land
“Crown'd on Castillia's throne shalt reign,
“Or Edward slumbers with the slain.
“On, warriors! lift your banners high!
“Onward to death or victory!”
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