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Translated by Edward Churton
LO! the Paynim’s pride is broken, | |
| Torn and shattered, wings and van, | |
| Where we closed, with fiery gun-decks, | |
| Plank to plank, and man to man. | |
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| Where is now vain Uluc-Ali? | 5 |
| Fled to sea in shame and fear: | |
| And the Pasha’s head, grim ensign, | |
| Frowns on Spain’s avenging spear. | |
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| Slaves are free, who toiled in galleys:— | |
| Pitying God, thy grace alone | 10 |
| Saved them by the threefold succors | |
| In the bond of truth made one. | |
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| Victory! let the shout in thunder | |
| Roll afar to seas and sky; | |
| Memory waft it on, and Glory | 15 |
| Wake her trump with “Victory.” | |
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| Glory waits on thy returning, | |
| John of Austria, to the sound | |
| Of the cannon’s voice, and clarions, | |
| Heard these sea-girt isles around, | 20 |
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| Where all fiery red with slaughter | |
| Breaks the bubbling foam and spray; | |
| Smouldering spars and turbans floating | |
| Crowd each cove and inland bay. | |
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| Victory speak each blazing beacon, | 25 |
| Victory speak each booming gun! | |
| Victory speak each rock and headland | |
| By the Christian victors won! | |
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| Victory! let the shout in thunder | |
| Roll afar to seas and sky; | 30 |
| Memory waft it on, and Glory | |
| Wake her trump with “Victory.” | |
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