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NHG-P.758.039
28 Jul 1758:22 (95)
ON THE PRESENT EXPEDITION. By a young genius.
Rise! Britons, rise! defend your righteous cause,
Resent your injur'd liberties, and laws.
Rouse o ye sons of England's ancient race,
Let vengeance sire you, for your long disgrace;
Gird on your swords, pursue your bloody foes,
Thro' dreary deserts, and the chilling snows:
Thro' lakes and rivers tread a trackless way,
Dread not a Frenchman, nor the beasts of prey;
But, rush intrepid on the fiends of France,
And drive the savage from the Hellish dance;
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