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" To fight and to run was our fate:
Our fortune and fame had departed.
And so perish'd Louis the Great,--
Old, lonely, and half broken-hearted.
His coffin they pelted with mud,
His body they tried to lay hands on;
And so having buried King Louis
They loyally served his great-grandson.
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