Blessed Six Hundred!
Waves ev'ry battle-blade.—
"Forward! the Pope's Brigade!"—
Was there a man obeyed?
No—where they stood they stay'd,
Tho' Lamoriciere pray'd,
Threaten'd, and thunder'd,—
* A room for each man, and a table furnished from the fat of the land, were among the inducements reported to have been held out to the "Pope's own."
"Charge!" Down their sabres then
Clash'd, as they turn'd—and ran—