Still he fought with reckless daring, stood and manned her long and well,
Till at last the gallant fellow dead beside his cannon fell.
With a bitter cry of sorrow, and a dark and angry frown,
Looked that band of gallant patriots at their gunner stricken down.
“Fall back, comrades! It is folly thus to strive against the foe.”
“Not so!” cried Irish Molly, “we can strike another blow!”
Quickly leaped she to the cannon in her fallen husband’s place,
Sponged and rammed it fast and steady, fired it in the foeman’s face.
Flashed another ringing volley, roared another from the gun;
“Boys, hurrah!” cried gallant Molly, “for the flag of Washington!”