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And the victory was won, and the day was our own, And the King of Navarre sat on his charger alone. He looked on the dead, and he looked on the field, And he thought of the God, who the victory sealed. "Now glory to God," said the King, "and to France! And the bread of the needy, and the sword of the chance!" And the army knelt down, in the midst of the slain, And the hymn of the conqueror rose from the plain.

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But hark! a sound of preparation! a hum of martial glee! And, "Navarre! Navarre!" is the cry of the cavalry. The trumpet brays, the banner waves, the martial drum is beat, And the old year sees the gathering of the Prince's feet. And the victory was won, and the day

Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields wave with plenty, and thy vines with grapes advance; We thank thee in song, in the moment of wrong, and the hour of the righted hand. And the bread of the needy, and the sword of the chance

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