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Hark! hark! in the howl of the wind
The shout of the battle-the clang of their drums→→→
Behold from the clouds of their power
The lightning-the lightning is lanced at our sires,
Ye Souls of our Fathers be brave!
Ye shrunk not before the invaders on earth,
We gaze on your warfare in hope, We send up our shouts to encourage your arms! Lift the lance of your vengeance O Fathers! with force, For the wrongs of your country strike home!
Remember the land was your own
When the Sons of Destruction came over the seas,
Till the Strangers came into the land
With tongues of deceit and with weapons of fire,
It thickens-the tumult of fight,
Joy joy for the Strangers recoil-
The Souls of your wives shall rejoice
As they welcome you back to
Islands of Bliss,
And the breeze that refreshes the toil-throbbing brow
Briftol: Printed by Biggs and Co. St. Auguftine's-Back.