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TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER,
ON HIS ENTERING THE ARMY.
Hail! thou dear thou gallant boy,
Oh! be our hero, be our joy;
May “love and glory” fire thy soul,
Inspir'd by virtue's pure controul;
And then our hearts with joy sincere,
Would bless our noble fuzileer.
Oh! be our hero, be our joy;
May “love and glory” fire thy soul,
Inspir'd by virtue's pure controul;
And then our hearts with joy sincere,
Would bless our noble fuzileer.
Tho' we are now resign'd to grief,
It may be thine to bring relief;
Oh! let us see thy patriot name
Recorded in the lists of fame;
And then our hearts with joy sincere,
Will bless our noble fuzileer.
It may be thine to bring relief;
Oh! let us see thy patriot name
Recorded in the lists of fame;
And then our hearts with joy sincere,
Will bless our noble fuzileer.
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