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BRITISH LIGHT INFANTRY.
Though rebels unnumber'd oppose their career,
Their hearts are undaunted; they're strangers to fear;
No obstacles hinder; resistless they go,
And death and destruction attend every blow.
' Cross the deep-gullied vale, up the mountain's steep side, Through the rough foaming river's impetuous tide, O'er the fortified redoubt, close wedged in array, Regardless of safety they follow their prey.
The alarm of the drum and the cannon's loud roar; The musket's quick flash, but inflames them the more. No dangers appal, for they fear no control, But glory and conquest inspires every soul.
Whenever their foe stands arrang'd in their sight, With ardor impatient they pant for the fight; Rout, havoc, confusion they spread through the field, And rebellion and treason are forced to yield.
1 British Light Infantry. The song mentioned here was published in a Philadelphia paper, but is unfit for present publication.