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Come with the cannon-wheel,
Banner, and naked steel,
God of our last appeal,
Come to our aid!

Shine on us in the fray;
Justice is scoffed away;
Rights must be held this day
By the stout blade.

Here a small host we stand,
Fronting that mighty band
Which the fair Danish Land
Dares to invade! Etc.
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