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The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; / Him who bade England bow to Normandy, / And left the name of conqueror more than king / To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fann'd alone by Victory's fleeting wing, / He rear'd his bold and brilliant throne on high: / The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, / And Britain's bravest victor was the last.