O'er many a field in Portugal and Spain?
Of our old comrades few are now remaining--
How many sleep upon the bloody plain!
Of our old comrades, &c.
Dost thou remember all those marches weary,
From gathering foes, to reach Corunna's shore?
Who can forget that midnight, sad and dreary,
When in his grave we laid the noble Moore!
But ere he died our General heard us cheering,
And saw us charge with vict'ry's flag unfurled;