Spit them like frogs on my spear sharp and bright,
And low at your feet lay them down.
Command, I will even become a fool,
Fair Princess, of women the prize!
Indeed, I am one already I see,
The light is far too dazzling for me,
Which streams from thy sunny blue eyes.
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"Do you hear the trumpets blowing?
Do you hear the cannon roaring?