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POEMS AND SONGS
Says the Swede now: We a clever
Little boy remain,
Very suitable to ever
Hold his mantle’s train.
But would Christie be so pliant,
With his comrades self-reliant,
If they still at Eidsvold stood,
Sword-girt, building Norway’s good?
Big words oft the Swede was saying,
Only small were we,
But they never much were weighing,
When the test should be.
On the little cutter sailing,
Wessel and Norse youth prevailing,
Sweden’s flag and frigate chased
From the Kattegat in haste.
Sweden’s noblemen are shaking
Charles the Twelfth’s proud hat;
We, in council or war-making,
Peers are for all that.
If things take the worse turn in there,
Aid from Torgny we shall win there.
Then o’er all the Northland’s skies
Greater freedom’s sun shall rise.
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