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SCENE IV.
Bunkers-Hill.Gardiner,
to the American troops on the retreat of the British.
You see, brave soldiers, how an evil cause,
A cause of slavery, and civil death,
Unmans the spirit, and strikes down the soul.
The gallant Englishman, whose fame in arms,
Through every clime, shakes terribly the globe,
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Repuls'd, and driven from the flaming hill.
Warren is fallen, on fair honour's bed,
Pierc'd in the breast, with ev'ry wound before,
'Tis ours, now tenfold, to avenge his death,
And offer up, a reg'ment of the foe,
Achilles-like, upon the Heroe's tomb.
See, reinforc'd they face us yet again,
And onward move in Phalanx to the war
Oh noble spirits, let this bold attack,
Be bloody to their host. God is our Aid
Give then full scope, to just revenge this day.
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