'Our creed we hold until we die, Our fatherland we will defend, Though in the fight we meet our end. And though a little band to see, A spoonful small of mustard we, Yet none the less we'll sharply bite, If Christ but aid us in the fight. But be this pact betwixt us twain: Whoe'er's by either army ta'en, Bind him and keep him, slay him not; Expect from us the selfsame lot.' Said they: 'This thing we cannot do; The Pope's dread curse is laid on you, And we must slay in fury wild Both old and young, both maid and child.' The Czechians too same pact did make, No German prisoners to take; Then
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