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That they the Mount Defiance
Were bent to fortify, He found we must surrender,
Or else prepare to die.
The fifth day of July, then,
He ordered a retreat, And when next morn we started,
Burgoyne thought we were beat. And closely he pursued us,
Till when near Hubbardton, Our rear guards were defeated,
He thought the country won.
And when 'twas told in Congress,
That we our forts had left, To Albany retreated,
Of all the North bereft; Brave General Gates they sent us,
Our fortunes to retrieve. And him with shouts of gladness,
The army did receive.