. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . t to claim a tear, O smite thy gentle breast, and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou who shalt trace this bloody goodness rules thy generous breast, Sigh for the wasted, rural reign ;Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest !90 Butaw Springs 91 Stranger, their humble graves adorn ; You too may fall and ask a tear ;T is not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear— They saw their injured
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . t to claim a tear, O smite thy gentle breast, and say The friends of freedom slumber here ! Thou who shalt trace this bloody goodness rules thy generous breast, Sigh for the wasted, rural reign ;Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest !90 Butaw Springs 91 Stranger, their humble graves adorn ; You too may fall and ask a tear ;T is not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear— They saw their injured countrys woe; The flaming town, the wasted field ;Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear,—but left the shield. Led by thy conquering genius, Greene,The Britons they compelled to fly; None distant viewed the fatal grieved, in such a cause to die— But, like the Parthian, famed of old,Who, flying still their arrows threw; These routed Britons, full as bold,Retreated, and retreating slew. Now rest in peace, our patriot band ; Though far from Natures limits trust they find a happier land, A brisfhter sunshine of their AN ANCIENT PROPHECY. By PHIL,IP FRENEAU.(Written soon after the surrender of Cornwallis.) WHEN a certain great King, whose initial is G.,Forces stamps npon paper and folks to drink tea;When these folks burn his tea and stampt-paper, like stubble,You may guess that this King is then coming to trouble. But when a Petition he treads under feet, And sends over the ocean an army and fleet. When that army, half famished, and frantic with rage, Is cooped up with a leader whose name rhymes to cage ; When that leader goes home, dejected and sad ; You may then be assurd the Kings prospects are bad. But when B. and C. with their armies are takenThis King will do well if he saves his own bacon :In the year Seventeen hundred and eighty and twoA stroke he shall get, that will make him look blue ;92 Bn Bncient t^^^ophcc^ 93 And so
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