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'Twas their's unmov'd, unconquer'd, to oppose Pain, famine, danger, and unnumber'd foes! Nor toil, nor want, nor sickness then subdu'd, The "Lion-heart" of British fortitude! E'en then those humbled foes their might deplor'd, And own'd that conquest wav'd Britannia's sword! E'en then they fought, intrepid, undismay'd, Death in their charge and lightning on their blade! Yes! warrior-band! by noblest ardor led, True to the last, ye triumph'd while ye bled! Serene in pain, exulting 'midst alarms, Bold, firm, invincible, your matchless arms! Then Freedom rear'd her victor-flag on high, Glow'd in each heart and flash' d from every eye; England! thy glory every bosom swell'd, England! thy spirit every arm impell'd! ! thy bright sun in fame, in victory set, Tho' dimm'd with tears, tho' clouded with regret! Yet shall thy trophies rear, to distant time, High on thy native shore a Cenotaph sublime.