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Rh On they came: they yelped, and fired;

His spirit sped;

We leveled right in, and the half-breeds fled,

Nor stayed the iron,

Nor captured the crimson corse of Lyon.

This seer foresaw his soldier-doom,

Yet willed the fight.

He never turned; his only flight

Was up to Zion,

Where prophets now and armies greet brave Lyon.