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On the Battle of Fontenoy.
Britannia!
mourn no more, thy Grief restrain;
Cease to lament thy Sons, untimely slain;
Rather rejoice that Fontenöy's Field,
Such Proofs of British Bravery could yield:
Happy Event! which furnishes a Page,
To grace the Annals of the present Age:
Thrice glorious Day! most fortunately ill!
Which shew'd that Britons could be Britons still;
Your Courage, Franks! in open Field ne'er shew;
Lurk, lurk in Cover, and annoy the Foe.
Cease to lament thy Sons, untimely slain;
Rather rejoice that Fontenöy's Field,
Such Proofs of British Bravery could yield:
Happy Event! which furnishes a Page,
To grace the Annals of the present Age:
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Which shew'd that Britons could be Britons still;
Your Courage, Franks! in open Field ne'er shew;
Lurk, lurk in Cover, and annoy the Foe.
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