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Whose mien is ever proudest,
When we hold the foe at bay? Whose war-cry cheers us loudest,
As we rush to the bloody fray ? 'Tis Gordon's! Our reliance !
Fearless as on the day, When he hurled his grand defiance,
In that charge of the twelfth of May, boys,
In that charge of the twelfth of May !
Who can be a coward!
What freeman fears to die, When Gordon orders, "Forward!"
And the red cross floats on high? Follow his tones inspiring!
On ! on to the field away ! And we'll see the foe retiring,
As they did on the twelfth of May, boj'S,
As they did on the twelfth of May !
This is no time for sighing!
Whate'er our fate may be, 'Tis sweet to think that, dying,
We will leave our country free! When the storms of battle pelt her,
She '11 defy the tyrants' sway, And our breasts shall be her shelter,
As they were on the twelfth of May, boys,
As they were on the twelfth of May !