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To fight aloud is very brave
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The calvary of woe
Who win, and nations do not see
Who fall and none observe
Whos dying eyes, no country
Regards with patriot love
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the qngels go
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow
