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MILITARY SONG. |
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Heaven hath this day foil'd the many Fallacies of George the King;
Let the echo reach Britan'y, Bid her mountain summits ring.
See yon navy swell the bosom,
Of the late enraged sea; Where'er they go, we shall oppose them,
Sons of valor must be free.
Should they touch at fair Rhode Island, There to combat with the brave,
Driven from each dale and highland, They shall plough the purple wave.
Should they thence to fair Virginia, Bend a squadron to Dunmore,
Still with fear and ignominy, They shall quit the hostile shore.
To Carolina or to Georg'y,
Should they next advance their fame, This land of heroes shall disgorge the
Sons of tyranny and shame. |
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