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With his three mighty sons, tall as Ledwin's were once, / To the court-yard old Budrys advances; / "Your best steeds forth lead ye, to saddle them speed ye, / And sharpen your swords and your lances.
For in Wilna I've vow'd, that three trumpeters loud / I'd despatch unto lands of like number, / To make Russ Olgierd vapour, and Pole Skirgiel caper, / And to rouse German Kiestut from slumber.