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When the British lion shook his main
At the battle of Vittoria,
Let blustering (illegible text) crack,
Let Joseph run the coward's track,
Let Jourdon wish his (illegible text) back,
He left at Vittoria.
If e’er they meet their worthy King,
Let them (illegible text) round him in a ring,
And such Scotch piper play the tune
He slew them at Vittoria.
Loud was the battle's stormy swell,
When thousands fought and many fell,
(illegible text) Glasgow heroes bore the hell
At the battle of Vittoria .
The (illegible text) rose was ne’er so red.
The (illegible text) wav'd whar (illegible text) led,
And the Scottish thistle (illegible text) head
(illegible text) upon Vittoria,
(illegible text) to the spirits of the brave.
May I their trophies o’er them wave,
And green be o’er Cadogan’s grave.
Who fell at Vittoria.
Shout on my boys, your glasses drain,
Fill up a bumper, up again,
Pledge to the leading star of Spain,
The Hero of Vittoria.
Bonapante's Rout; or, the l8th of
June.
YE people at home, who live easy,
And free from the horrors of war,
