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 284 CORY

cx SCHOOL FENCIBLES

WE come in arms, we stand ten score,

Embattled on the castle green; We grasp our firelocks tight, for war

Is threatening, and we see our Queen, And 'Will the churls last out till we

Have duly hardened bones and thews For scouring leagues of swamp and sea

Of braggart mobs and corsair crews? ' We ask; we fear not scoff or smile

At meek attire of blue and grey, For the proud wrath that thrills our isle

Gives faith and force to this array. So great a charm is England's right,

That hearts enlarged together flow, And each man rises up a knight

To work the evil-thinkers woe. And, girt with ancient truth and grace,

We do our service and our suit, And each can be, whate'er his race,

A Chandos or a Montacute. Thou, Mistress, whom we serve to-day,

Bless the real swords that we shall wield, Repeat the call we now obey

In sunset lands, on some fair field. Thy flag shall make some Huron rock

As dear to us as Windsor's keep, And arms thy Thames hath nerved shall mock

The surgings of th' Ontarian deep.

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