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	150 SONGS FOR BOYHOOD.
	Woe to the English soldiery, That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear: When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again. And they who fly iu terror deem A mighty host behind, A.nd hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.	Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads� The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds. 'Tis life to guide the fiery barb Across the moonlight plain ; 'Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp� A moment�and away Back to the pathless forest Before the peep of day.

	Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up ; And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves; And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.	Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs, Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our baud With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our shore.