Swift and silent they advance;
The troopers and hussars also then,
Struck right stoutly, blow for blow then,
'Twas, in truth, a lovely dance.
Gunners to the walls advancing,
Play ye music to this dancing,
With your cannons great and small;
With the great ones, with the lesser,
On the Turks! and on the Heathens!
Till they scamper one and all!