Show the coward the before the battle mt he sang the splendor of the tray till all our leg ons hard beset took heart against another day he sang the tl arder swift attack the shoe of shields the arthrow the shout that roared the chorus ta k startled the camp alres of the foe the harps hour passed dawn heard alane the high hero bugles cry but ere a made had ossed 1 own the singer tu red his horse to fly they slew h as he fled the field but all day long the foe in vain shattered against our steeled with memory of h noble st ain so half fell foul into the snare and halt sped splendy I 1 to the goal what earthly can declare the doom rf this dl aided sou frank little po loci in the atlantic |