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CRIMEA
There is a weeping by England's hundred streams,
By Severn, and Thames, and Trent;
And o'er the graves of her trampled braves,
The queen of the sea is bent.
By Severn, and Thames, and Trent;
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The queen of the sea is bent.
One lesson shall serve the haughty isle,
Girt round with stately towers;
Thank God that the blow which lays her low,
Comes not from a hand of ours.
Girt round with stately towers;
Thank God that the blow which lays her low,
Comes not from a hand of ours.
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