(For British valour every where prevail’d),
Three piercing shouts their Hostile Bands invade,
When desperately the British charge was made.
O’erthrown, disorder’d, down their arms they threw,
Whilst British Victors every where pursue.
Thousands lay drench’d in gore upon the plain,
Thousands led Captive in the Conqueror’s train.
The Battle o’er, the foe now put to flight,
Chac’d by the Victors till the close of night.
The Gallant Bands to neighbouring heights retire,