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Here's to the soldier, though batter'd in wars,
And safe to his farm-house retir'd ; When called by his country, ne'er thinks of his scars, With ardor to join us inspir'd. Bright fame appears, Trophies uprear, To veteran chiefs who became volunteers.
Here's to the farmer who dares to advance
To harvests of honor with pleasure ; Who with a slave the most skilful in France, A sword for his country would measure. Hence with cold fear, Heroes rise here; The ploughman is chang'd to the stout volunteer.
Here's to the peer, first in senate and field, Whose actions to titles add grace, sir; Whose spirit undaunted would never yet yield To a foe, to a pension or place, sir. Gratitude here, Toasts to the peer, Who adds to his titles, " the brave volunteer." |
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