They were trained in many battles—we in workshops, fields, and forges;
But we have our homes to fight for, and we do not fear to die.”
Though our leader’s words we cheered not, yet we feared not; we awaited,
Strong of heart, the threatened onset, and it came:
Up the sloping hill-side swiftly rushed the foe so fiercely hated;
On they came with gleaming bayonet ’mid the cannon-smoke and flame.
At their head rode Tarleton proudly; ringing loudly o’er the yelling
Of his men we heard his voice’s brazen tone;
With his dark eyes flashing fiercely, and his sombre features telling
In their look the pride that filled him as the champion of the throne.