Who had beat their bravest generals, and could do so once again:
We laughed in hearty scorn, for the rawest volunteer
Had grown so anxious for the fight he never thought of fear.
Then came a little pause, and we raised our eyes to heaven,
And prayed in silence that our sins and crimes might be forgiven;
For well we knew that many a heart which now beat high with pride,
Would lie ere night in icy rest along the mountain side.
And then we thought of Washington, whose spirit, from above,
Was gazing on his children with looks and eyes of love.
In our own green sunny land we were wont to mark the day