Send the swift ball forth to the mound;
’Tis won!—whose is the victory? * * *
Hoist, Britons, hoist the banner high! etc.
Let Record mark this year of grace,
When forth the Belgian from the east,
With glowing heart and beaming face,
Came o’er to share the British feast:
When Britain, lit with loyalty,
Drew forth its chamois as of yore,
And deck’d with right baronialty