Then proudly marched, &c.
Rememb'rest thou the old familiar faces
Of warriors nursed in many a stormy fight,
Whose lonely graves, which now the stranger traces,
Mark every spot they held from morn till night?
In vain did Cuirassiers in clouds surround them,
With cannon thundering as the tempest raves;
They left our squares, oh! just as they had found them,
Firm as the rocks amidst the ocean's waves!
They left our squares, &c.