Firm as our native hills, we'll stand, Now let the song united rise, To Washington in heaven. 18 A SOLDIER'S LIFE. How blest the life a soldier leads, These dangers never fright us. Should fresh troubles come, we'll take sword and gun, If the enemy attack, we'll not heed them, But prime, load, and fire, and charge as they come nigher, "Twas the way our brother soldiers gained their freedom. Our country's call we will obey, "Tis what we take delight in; Although we're snug at home to day, Should foreign troops invade our land, They well knew this before, sir. m The drum beats alarms, we appear with our arms, Though the enemy advance we'll not heed them; We'll march till we meet then we'll make them retreat, 'Tis the way we'll support the cause of Freedom. Returning home with cheerful hearts, Our friends delighted greet us: The pretty lasses meet us: Their smiles, my lads, drive off dull care. And banish every sorrow: We'll drink, and dance, and laugh and sing, And take our rest to-morrow. Then drink round my boys, 'tis the first of our joys, May we have our arms and courage when we need them, To prime, load, and fire—so we'll raise our fame still higher, And support our Constitution and our freedom. 19 THE SOLDIER'S CALL. Tune.-The Soldier's Return." Rouse, rouse, ye brave, ye gallant souls, That country you so dearly love Demands your quick attendance; Injured, insulted, she has been, Remember your forefathers bold, In infant days Columbia bore And if in infancy she foil'd The plans of wild ambition, To her united youthful might Vain will be opposition: In Him who rules the host of heaven, Her hope, her stay, her trust, is, He will with victory crown the cause Of liberty and justice. Too long has our loved country sought, By mild negotiation, To have her rights restored in peace, But patience hitherto has made Then beat the drum-the trumpet sound, Go forth to conquer or to die, 20 THE DEATH OF THE BRAVE. Though low in the dust his proud spirit expires, Immortal shall bloom each bright wreath of his fame, "Tis valour's illustrious meed; Lisping infants shall sigh as they murmur his name, With tears shall fond beauty his ashes bedew, Hence, cowards! who wake not to Freedom's loud call! Hence! seek an inglorious grave! Those only who dare for their country to fall- 21 BATTLE OF BENNINGTON. REMEMBER the glories of patriots brave, Though the days of the heroes are o'er; But enough of their glory remains on each sword Walloomsack! when nature embellish'd the tint |