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Thrice at the huts of Fontenoy the English column failed	B
And twice the lines of Saint Antoine the Dutch in vain assailed	B
For town and slope were filled with fort and flanking battery	C
And well they swept the English ranks and Dutch auxiliary	C
As vainly through De Barri's wood the British soldiers burst	D
The French artillery drove them back diminished and dispersed	D
The bloody Duke of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye	A
And ordered up his last reserve his latest chance to try	A
On Fontenoy on Fontenoy how fast his generals ride	E
And mustering come his chosen troops like clouds at eventide	E
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II	A
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Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread	E
Their cannon blaze in front and flank Lord Hay is at their head	E
Steady they step a down the slope steady they climb the hill	F
Steady they load steady they fire moving right onward still	F
Betwixt the wood and Fontenoy as through a furnace blast	E
Through rampart trench and palisade and bullets showering fast	E
And on the open plain above they rose and kept their course	G
With ready fire and grim resolve that mocked at hostile force	G
Past Fontenoy past Fontenoy while thinner grew their ranks	H
They break as broke the Zuyder Zee through Holland's ocean banks	H
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III	A
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More idly than the summer flies French tirailleurs rush round	E
As stubble to the lava tide French squadrons strew the ground	E
Bomb shell and grape and round shot tore still on they marched and fired	E
Fast from each volley grenadier and voltigeur retired	E
Push on my household cavalry King Louis madly cried	E
To death they rush but rude their shock not unavenged they died	E
On through the camp the column trod King Louis turns his rein	I
Not yet my liege Saxe interposed the Irish troops remain	I
And Fontenoy famed Fontenoy had been a Waterloo	J
Were not these exiles ready then fresh vehement and true	J
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IV	K
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Lord Clare he says you have your wish there are your Saxon foes	L
The Marshal almost smiles to see so furiously he goes	L
How fierce the look these exiles wear who're wont to be so gay	M
The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in their hearts to day	M
The treaty broken ere the ink wherewith 'twas writ could dry	A
Their plundered homes their ruined shrines their women's parting cry	A
Their priesthood hunted down like wolves their country overthrown	N
Each looks as if revenge for all were staked on him alone	N
On Fontenoy on Fontenoy nor ever yet elsewhere	O
Rushed on to fight a nobler band than these proud exiles were	P
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V	K
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O'Brien's voice is hoarse with joy as halting he commands	Q
Fix bay'nets charge Like mountain storm rush on these fiery bands	Q
Thin is the English column now and faint their volleys grow	R
Yet must'ring all the strength they have they make a gallant show	R
They dress their ranks upon the hill to face that battle wind	E
Their bayonets the breakers' foam like rocks the men behind	E
One volley crashes from their line when through the surging smoke	S
With empty guns clutched in their hands the headlong Irish broke	S
On Fontenoy on Fontenoy hark to that fierce huzza	Q
Revenge remember Limerick dash down the Sacsanach	R
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VI	A
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Like lions leaping at a fold when mad with hunger's pang	T
Right up against the English line the Irish exiles sprang	T
Bright was their steel 'tis bloody now their guns are filled with gore	U
Through shattered ranks and severed files the trampled flags they tore	U
The English strove with desperate strength paused rallied staggered fled	E
The green hill side is matted close with dying and with dead	E
Across the plain and far away passed on that hideous wrack	V
While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track	V
On Fontenoy on Fontenoy like eagles in the sun	W
With bloody plumes the Irish stand the field is fought and won	W

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