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WAR-SONG OF THE MAGYARS.
A battle-shout for Hungary
Once more shall wake the day,—
A joyful summons to the brave,
To rally for the fray;
To gird her round, and, with their swords,
Make lightning on her way!
A battle-shout for Hungary
Once more shall wake the day,—
A joyful summons to the brave,
To rally for the fray;
To gird her round, and, with their swords,
Make lightning on her way!
The shout that each bold Magyar heart
With war's fierce rapture fills,
The cry that in the traitor's veins
The coward current chills,—
Let it ring up from the valleys
And roll along the hills!
With war's fierce rapture fills,
The cry that in the traitor's veins
The coward current chills,—
Let it ring up from the valleys
And roll along the hills!
