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Sound the trumpet, beat the drum, / Lay the purple on his breast, / Let my shuddering memories come / To salute him in his rest, / To bow down to his disgrace, / While I cover up his face.
Once he led my soul to war, / And the thunder of his cry / Went before me, fierce and far, / Calling me to triumph or die; / To his sword I owe my place, / But I cover up his face.