Greene’s brigade, though shorn and shattered, slain and bleeding half their men,
When they heard that Irish slogan, turned and charged the foe again;
Knox and Wayne and Morgan rally, to the front they forward wheel,
And before their rushing onset Clinton’s English columns reel.
Still the cannon’s voice in anger rolled and rattled o’er the plain,
Till they lay in swarms around it mingled heaps of Hessian slain.
“Forward! charge them with the bayonet!” ’twas the voice of Washington;
And there burst a fiery greeting from the Irishwoman’s gun.
Monckton falls; against his columns leap the troops of Wayne and Lee,
And before their reeking bayonets Clinton’s red battalions flee;