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For fifteen hundred valiant men and tried, / These waters were as Lethe's, dark and deep / And bitter as the bitterest tears we weep; / Their high hearts rose above the swollen tide, / Fain of the foe upon the further side, / Though in death's draught their lips they needs must steep.
Since their own lives their valour might not keep, / Our tall young men drank of that cup and died.