When Europe crouch’d to France’s yoke, And Austria bent, and Prussia broke, And the firm Russian’s purpose brave, Was barter’d by a timorous slave, Even then dishonour’s peace he spurn’d, The sullied olive-branch return’d, Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nail’d her colours to the mast!
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And Austria bent, and Prussia broke,
And the firm Russian’s purpose brave,
Was barter’d by a timorous slave,
Even then dishonour’s peace he spurn’d,
The sullied olive-branch return’d,
Stood for his country’s glory fast,
And nail’d her colours to the mast!