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Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades, Our leaders march with fuses, and we with hand grenades,

We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears,

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers!

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair, The townsmen cry, 'Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!

'Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!'

Then sing, tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers!

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes,

May they and their commanders live happy all their

years,

With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British

Grenadiers!

XXX

Anonymous.

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME

I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hill,
And o'er the moor and valley;
Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill,
Since parting with my Sally.

I seek no more the fine or gay,

For each does but remind me
How swift the hours did pass away,
With the girl I've left behind me.

Oh, ne'er shall I forget the night,
The stars were bright above me,
And gently lent their silv'ry light

When first she vowed to love me.

But now I'm bound to Brighton camp,
Kind Heaven, then, pray guide me,
And send me safely back again

To the girl I've left behind me.

My mind her form shall still retain,
In sleeping, or in waking,
Until I see my love again,

For whom my heart is breaking.
If ever I return that way,

And she should not decline me,

I evermore will live and stay

With the girl I've left behind me.

Anonymous.

XXXI

THE ARETHUSA

COME, all ye jolly sailors bold,

Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,
While English glory I unfold,

Huzza for the Arethusa!
She is a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemmed the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch

To their fav'rite launch,

And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike, we'll all expire
On board of the Arethusa.

'Twas with the spring fleet she went out
The English Channel to cruise about,
When four French sail, in show so stout
Bore down on the Arethusa.

The famed Belle Poule straight ahead did lie,
The Arethusa seemed to fly,

Not a sheet, or a tack,

Or a brace, did she slack;

Though the Frenchmen laughed and thought it

stuff,

But they knew not the handful of men, how

tough,

On board of the Arethusa.

On deck five hundred men did dance,
The stoutest they could find in France;
We with two hundred did advance

On board of the Arethusa.

Our captain hailed the Frenchman, 'Ho!'
The Frenchman then cried out 'Hallo!'
'Bear down, d'ye see,

To our admiral's lee!'

'No, no,' says the Frenchman, 'that can't be!'
'Then I must lug you along with me,'
Says the saucy Arethusa.

The fight was off the Frenchman's land,
We forced them back upon their strand,
For we fought till not a stick could stand
Of the gallant Arethusa.

And now we've driven the foe ashore
Never to fight with the Britons more,
Let each fill his glass

To his fav'rite lass;

A health to our captain and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew

On board of the Arethusa.

XXXII

Prince Hoare.

JERUSALEM IN ENGLAND

ENGLAND, awake! awake! awake!
Jerusalem thy sister calls!

Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death,
And close her from thy ancient walls?

Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
Gently upon their bosoms move:
Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways;
Then was a time of joy and love.

And now the time returns again:

Our souls exult; and London's towers
Receive the Lamb of God to dwell

In England's green and pleasant bowers.

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountain green ?
And was the holy Lamb of God

On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land.

William Blake.

XXXIII

ON LANDING IN ENGLAND

HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that
sound

Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar
Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore ;-
All, all are English. Oft have I looked round
With joy in Kent's green vales; but never found
Myself so satisfied in heart before.
Europe is yet in bonds; but let that pass,
Thought for another moment. Thou art free,
My Country! and 'tis joy enough and pride
For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the
Of England once again, and hear and see,
With such a dear Companion at my side.

grass

William Wordsworth.

XXXIV

DESTINY

It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
Hath flowed, 'with pomp of waters, unwithstood!'
Roused though it be full often to a mood
Which spurns the check of salutary bands,
That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands
Should perish; and to evil and to good

Be lost for ever-In our halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold.
Which Milton held. In everything we are sprung
Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
William Wordsworth.

XXXV

THE MOTHERLAND

WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!-am I to be blamed?
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,

Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.

For dearly must we prize thee; we who find
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men:

And I, by my affection was beguiled:
What wonder if a Poet now and then,

Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child!

William Wordsworth.

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