And if some god had brought supply
Of ammunition from the sky,
Again they had been forced to fly,
Before the arms of bravery.

What scenes of horror and surprise
Now struck the wondering Briton's eyes!
What groups of dying, wounded, slain,
Brave Freedom's sons left on the plain!
The blood streams warm from many a vein,
Of heroes famed for gallantry.

In rocky caves and gloomy cells,
In gaping vaults and deep-dug wells,
They crowd their dead-a piteous heap!
Far from their native land to sleep,
Where widows mourn and orphans weep,
The effects of British tyranny.

But, Warren, hapless was thy doom!
On Bunker's height to find a tomb;
What tongue can give thee due applause,
A martyr in thy country's cause,
Supporter of its rights and laws,

A scourge to fraud and villainy.

10

ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL

MONTGOMERY.

BY BRIAN EDWARDS, ESQ.

MONTGOMERY falls! let no fond breast repine That Hampden's glorious death, brave chief, was thine,

With his shall Freedom consecrate thy name, Shall date her rising glories from thy fame; Shall build her throne of empire on thy grave: What nobler fate can patriot crave?

11 HEARTS OF TEMPERED STEEL.
Tune.-"A hunting we will go."

COME on, my hearts of temper'd steel,
And leave your girls and farms,

Your sports and plays, and hallow'd days,
And hark away to arms,

And to conquest we will go.

No foreign slaves shall give us laws,
No British tyrant reign;
'Tis Independence makes us free,
And Freedom we'll maintain.

And to conquest we will go, &c.

We'll chase the foe from post to post,
Attack their works and lines;
And by some well laid stratagem,
We'll make them all Burgoynes.
And to conquest, &c.

In shady tents by cooling streams,
With hearts all firm and free;
We'll chase the cares of life away,
With songs of liberty!

And to conquest, &c.

And when the wars are o'er, my boys,
We'll sit us down at ease;

We'll plough and sow, and reap and mow,
And live just as we please,

When to conquer we have done, &c.

Each hearty lad shall have his lass,

All sparkling as a star;

And in her softer arms forget

The dangers of the war,

When to conquer, &c.

So, honest fellows, here's my hand,
My heart and very soul:
And all the joys of Liberty,
Good fortune and the bowl.

Since to conquer, &c.

12

BATTLE OF TRENTON.

ON Christmas day in "76,

Our ragged troops with bayonets fix'd,
For Trenton marched away.

The Delaware see, the boats below,
The light obscured by hail and snow,
But no symptoms of dismay.

Our object was the Hessian band,

That dared to invade fair freedom's land,

And quarter in that place.

Great Washington he led us on,
With ensigns streaming with renown,
Which ne'er had known disgrace.

In silent march we pass'd the night,
Each soldier panting for the fight,
Though quite benumb'd with frost.
Greene on the left, at six began,
The right was with brave Sullivan.
Who in battle no time lost.

Their pickets storm'd, the alarm was spread,
That rebels risen from the dead

Were marching into town.

Some scamper'd here, some scamper'd there,
And some for action did prepare,

But soon their arms laid down.

Twelve hundred servile miscreants,
With all their colours, guns, and tents,
Were trophies of the day:

The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,

In centre, front, and rear was seen,
Driving fatigue away.

Now, brothers of the patriot bands,
Let's sing our safe deliverance

From arbitrary sway.

And as life you know is but a span,

Let's touch the tankard while we can,
In memory of the day.

13

CAPTURE OF CORNWALLIS.

WHEN British troops first landed here,

With Howe commander o'er them,

They thought they'd make us quake with fear,
And carry all before them.

With thirty thousand men and more,
And us without assistance,
America must needs give o'er,
And make no more resistance.

But Washington, our glorious sun,
Of British hosts the terror;
Soon by repeated overthrows
Convinced them of their error.

Let Princeton and let Trenton tell,
What gallant deeds he's done, sir;
And Monmouth's plains where hundreds fell,
And thousands from them ran, sir.

Cornwallis, too, when he approach'd
Virginia's old dominion,

Thought he would soon her conqueror be;
And so was North's opinion.

But Washington no sooner knew,
The visit that he paid her,
Than to his parent state he flew,
To crush the bold invader.

When he march'd down before Yorktown,
His Lordship soon surrender'd ;

His martial pride he laid aside,

And struck the British standard.

Gods! how this stroke did George provoke,
And all his thoughts confuse, sir;
And how the peers did hang their ears,
When first they heard the news, sir.