His bands the haughty ramparts raise,
And bid the royal standard blaze.
When lo, where ocean's bounds extend,
Behold the Gallic sails ascend,
With fav'ring breezes steer their way,
And crowd with ships the spacious bay.
Lo! Washington from northern shores,
O'er many a region wheels his force,
And Rochambeau with legions bright
Descends in terror to the fight.