Poetical fragments of the late Richard Alfred Millikin with an authentic memoir of his life |
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ERIN'S SON. |
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ERIN'S SON.
When Britain rose in dread array
To stop the haughty stride
Of him, whose wild destructive sway
Spread ruin far and wide,
Appall'd, the nations heard the roar,
Dismay fill'd every subject shore;
'Till Erin gave her gallant Son,
The brave, victorious Wellington.—
To stop the haughty stride
Of him, whose wild destructive sway
Spread ruin far and wide,
Appall'd, the nations heard the roar,
Dismay fill'd every subject shore;
'Till Erin gave her gallant Son,
The brave, victorious Wellington.—
And mighty, mighty, was the name
That led Britannia's files;
And glorious was the martial flame
That fill'd the British Isles;
Hibernia in the front of war,
And Scotia mustering from afar;
With Albion, follow Erin's son,
The brave, victorious Wellington.—
That led Britannia's files;
And glorious was the martial flame
That fill'd the British Isles;
Hibernia in the front of war,
And Scotia mustering from afar;
With Albion, follow Erin's son,
The brave, victorious Wellington.—
On Lusitania's plains he fought,
And humbled Gallia's powers;
And low the Gallic Eagle brought
At Salamanca's towers:
Vittoria's height the victor view'd,
And flying France again pursued.
While conquest followed Erin's son,
The brave, undaunted Wellington.
And humbled Gallia's powers;
And low the Gallic Eagle brought
At Salamanca's towers:
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And flying France again pursued.
While conquest followed Erin's son,
The brave, undaunted Wellington.
Who shew'd the road to Victory,
To Europe half enslav'd;
Who set the haughty Spaniard free,
The Lusitanian saved?—
When down the Pyrenees afar
France saw descend th'o'erwhelming war;
She felt her power, her name undone,
And bowed to conquering Wellington!
To Europe half enslav'd;
Who set the haughty Spaniard free,
The Lusitanian saved?—
When down the Pyrenees afar
France saw descend th'o'erwhelming war;
She felt her power, her name undone,
And bowed to conquering Wellington!
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