"They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then marched to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, but left the shield!
Led by thy conquering standards, Greene,
The Britons they compelled to fly:
None distant viewed the fatal plain,
None grieved in such a cause to die;
But, like the Parthians, famed of old,
Who, flying, still their arrows threw;