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94 Form, Form, Riflemen Form! Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Rifemnen form! Let your reforms for a moment go! Look to your butts, and take good aims ! Better a rotten borough or Than a rotten feet and a city in flames ! Storm, Storm, Riflcmen form! Ready, be ready against the storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form! Form, be ready to do or die ! Form in Freedom's name and the Queen's ! True we have got — such a faithful ally That only the Devil can tell what he means.