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They that stood with us, midst the dead and dying, On Albuera's plain; They that beside us cheerly tracked the flying, Far o'er the hills of Spain:

They that amidst us, when the shells were showering, From old Rodrigo's wall, The rampart scaled, thro' clouds of battle towering, First, first at victory's call!

They that upheld the banners, proudly waving, In Roncesvalles' dell; —With England's blood the southern vineyards laving, Forget not how they fell!

Sing, sing in memory of the brave departed, Let song and wine be poured! Pledge to their fame, the free and fearless hearted, Our brethren of the sword!