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34 A KEPPOCH SONG. canto ii.
Napoleon's mode of modern days,
Who with such sounds his friends repays.
These new made Thanes on conquest bent,
Bad'noch's borders press, with intent
Me to expel mine ancient right,
Vassal Clan Chattan force to flight.
By this invasion rous'd anew,
War's glorious labours I pursue;
With Cawdor's thane an alliance form,
And Norway's bands invite to th' storm.
Now the dread battle's conflicts rage;
In bloody fields we Saxons engage;
From day to day our fortunes try,
With heart that scorns the scene to fly.
The Saxon host, with courage great,
On us they press with direful hate :
Rage and ambition fire Macbeth,
My Sumeried lies low in death.
A successive Surnerled then,
Wars fortune tries — but ah! in vain.
Fate's stern decree we could not foil,
Vict'ry on us refus'd to smile.
After much toil, and numbers slain,
Norway's forc'd to flee to the main.

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