.A noble szejke born and bred
Full loftily I held my head
Great Attila my sire was he
As legend he left to me.
A dagger, battleaxe and spear.
A heart to whom unkown is fear>
A potent arm which often has slained
The tartar for in fields and plains
The scou.
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