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Ye brave enduring Englishmen	A
Who dash through fire and flood	B
And spend with equal thoughtlessness	C
Your money and your blood	B
I sing of that black season	A
Which all true hearts deplore	D
When ye lay	E
Night and day	E
Upon Walcheren's swampy shore	D
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'Twas in the summer's sunshine	F
Your mighty host set sail	G
With valour in each longing heart	H
And vigour in the gale	G
The Frenchman dropp'd his laughter	I
The Fleming's thoughts grew sore	D
As ye came	J
In your fame	J
To the dark and swampy shore	D
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But foul delays encompass'd ye	K
More dang'rous than the foe	L
As Antwerp's town and its guarded fleet	M
Too well for Britons know	L
One spot alone ye conquer'd	N
With hosts unknown of yore	D
And your might	O
Day and night	O
Lay still on the swampy shore	D
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In vain your dauntless mariners	C
Mourn'd ev'ry moment lost	P
In vain your soldiers threw their eyes	C
In flame to the hostile coast	Q
The fire of gallant aspects	C
Was doom'd to be no more	D
And your fame	J
Sunk with shame	J
In the dark and the swampy shore	D
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Ye died not in the triumphing	R
Of the battle shaken flood	B
Ye died not on the charging field	S
In the mingle of brave blood	B
But 'twas in wasting fevers	C
Full three months and more	D
Britons born	T
Pierc'd with scorn	T
Lay at rot on the swampy shore	D
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No ship came o'er to bring relief	U
No orders came to save	V
But DEATH stood there and never stirr'd	N
Still counting for the grave	V
They lay down and they linger'd	N
And died with feelings sore	D
And the waves	C
Pierc'd their graves	C
Thro' the dark and the swampy shore	D
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Oh England Oh my Countrymen	W
Ye ne'er shall thrive again	X
Till freed from Councils obstinate	Y
Of mercenary men	X
So toll for the six thousand	Z
Whose miseries are o'er	I
Where the deep	A2
To their sleep	A2
Bemoans on the swampy shore	D

James Henry Leigh Hunt

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