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SARATOGA SONG. |
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The seventeenth of October,
They did capitulate, Burgoyne and his proud army,
Did we our pris'ners make.
Now, here's a health to Arnold,
And our commander Gates, To Lincoln and to Washington,
Whom every Tory hates; Likewise unto our Congress,
G-od grant it long to reign; Our Country, Right, and Justice,
For ever to maintain.
Now finish'd is my story,
My song is at an end; The freedom we're enjoying
We're ready to defend; For while our cause is righteous.
Heaven nerves the soldier's arm, And vain is their endeavor,
Who strive to do us harm.
1 Curiosities of American Literature, by Rufus W. Griswold, page 32.
2 fit. Leger, pronounced Sellinger. |
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