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The Hallowing of the Fleet.
Her captains for the Baltic bound
In silent homage stood around;
Silent, whilst holy dew
Dimmed her kind eyes. She stood in tears,
For she had felt a mother's fears,
And wifely cares she knew.
In silent homage stood around;
Silent, whilst holy dew
Dimmed her kind eyes. She stood in tears,
For she had felt a mother's fears,
And wifely cares she knew.
She wept; she could not bear to say,
“Sail forth, my mariners, and slay
The liegemen of my foe.”
Meanwhile on Russian steppe and lake
Are women weeping for the sake
Of them that seaward go.
“Sail forth, my mariners, and slay
The liegemen of my foe.”
Meanwhile on Russian steppe and lake
Are women weeping for the sake
Of them that seaward go.
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Oh warriors, when you stain with gore,
If this indeed must be, the floor
Whereon that lady stept,
When the fierce joy of battle won
Hardens the heart of sire and son,
Remember that she wept.
If this indeed must be, the floor
Whereon that lady stept,
When the fierce joy of battle won
Hardens the heart of sire and son,
Remember that she wept.
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