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Six thousand fighting men or more, Protect the Carolina shore,
And Freedom will defend ; And stubborn Britons soon shall feel, 'Gainst Charleston, and hearts of steel,
How vainly they contend.
But ere he spake in dread array, To rebel foes, ill-fated day,
The British boys appear; Their mien with martial ardor fir'd, And by their country's wrongs inspir'd,
Shook Lincoln's heart with fear.
See Clinton brave, serene, and great, For mighty deeds rever'd by fate,
Direct the thund'ring fight, While Mars, propitious God of war, Looks down from his triumphal car,
With wonder and delight.
" Clinton," he cries, " the palm is thine, 'Midst heroes thou wert born to shine, A great immortal name,