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The prince kept guard, but smiled to see
The wildness of his enemy;
At length, with flourish, and with spring
Forward, like falcon on the wing,
He pierced the raving maniac's side:
Forth well'd the warm and purple tide;
And, like an oak before the storm,
Down crash'd the might of Donald Gorm.
A shout from Norway's files too well
Proclaim'd the loss Scot dared not tell.