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Battle o' Vittoria

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           The Battle o' Vittoria.

Sing, all ye bards, with loud acclaim,
Give glory high to gallant Graham,
Heap laurels on our Marshal's fame,
            Who conquer'd at Vittoria.
Triumphant freedom smil'd on Spain,
An' rais'd her stately form again,
Where the British lion shook his mane
            On the mountains o' Vittoria.

Let blust'ring Suchet crousely crack,
Let Joseph rin the coward's track,
An' Jourdan wish the baton back,
            He left upon Vittoria!
If e'er they meet their worthy king,
Let them dance roun' him in a ring;
And some Scotch piper play the spring,
            He blew them at Vittoria!

Gae truth and honour to the Dane,
Gae German's monarch heart and brain;
But aye, in sic a cause as Spain,
            Gae Britons at Vittoria!

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