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The French came stealing on us, To catch us by surprise ; But we gave them a volley, Which quickly open’d their eyes.

Upon our left, they did engage, The grand attack to make ; Thinking, if it were possible, Our front-lines for to break ; But our bold British heroes, To flinch they did disdain, While numbers great, both horse and foot, Lay dead upon the plain.

Both armies engag’d each other, To fly they did disdain, And with each other’s blood They did their bayonets stain. But how can I make mention ! It doth my senses drown ; Brave general Abercrombie, Receiv’d his mortal wound !

What man possess’d of British blood, Could ever given way, Whilst Abercrombie well belov’d Amidst of us did stay ? Seeking no place of safety ; Fighting with sword in hand ; Whilst ev’ry man from right to left, Obey’d his brave command.