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With grape and bombs intending
Our army to destroy, Or from our works our forces
By stratagem decoy.
The seventh day of October,
The British tried again, Shells from their cannons throwing.
Which fell on us like rain ; To drive us from our stations,
That they might thus retreat; For now Burgoyne saw plainly,
He never could us beat.
But vain was his endeavor
Our men to terrify; Though death was all around us,
Not one of us would fly. But when an hour we'd fought them,
And they began to yield, Along our lines the cry ran,
" The next blow wins the field !"