Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1872-01-31
FOntenOy.

! IN the year 1140 bloody battle was
/ fought around the village ofSt. Antoine,
through De Barri's wood, and on the
plain around Fontenoy, between the
English and the French. The Dnke OF
Cumberland, son OF George End, OF
England, led the English; Marshal
SAKE commanded the French. The
French had the advantage in the earlier
part Of the fight, hut "the bloody Duke
Of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye,
and ordered up his last reserve, his
latestchance to try" This consisted OF
5000 English veterans-British guards
--"eannon blazed in front and flank
Lord Hay was at their head"
STEADY they step adown the slope,
steady they climb the hill, steady they
load-steady they fire, moving right on
wards still" Vainly the French op-
pose-"fast from each volley yoltigeur
and grenadier retired"
King Louis orders his household cav
airy to push on; but in vain: the French
was broken by those English veterants,
as the angry white-crested biIIows are
broken on the rock that has its founda-
ton in the depths Of The sea. King
Louis in despair turns his Fein-he cries
"all is Iost.n "Not yet, my leige, ("
SAKE said, "the Irish troops remaim."
"And Fontenoy, famed Fontenoy had
been Waterloo, were not these exiles
ready then, fresh, vehement and true" 4"
The rest told in the following stanzas,
by Mr.. Corbett, q talented Trishman,
and one possessing the true metal of a
poet:-
Hold hold al is rot Iost, for il reserve
There yet remain TO France three thousand men,
Who never from steel or death will sweEve,
II they with England once shall close again,
Then for the honour OF your crown, oh, sire,
Let them Of sweet revenge obtain the chance,
And ere you give the order to retire,
Give them, at least, tho order to advance"
The king assents. Behold the gallant band
Comes dashing fercey in upon the scene,
And with bold front takes up its fearless stand,
The beaten and the conquering hosts between.
With hunger weak, and by oppression cow'd;
Tell It Cremona's streets and Hollands dykea,
Lift upyour voices and speak out aloud,
for It's name to make nation proud,
These are the eZiles; this Is the Brigade
Which fought and blsd for Englaud's king, King
james;
Which fought and conquered bat to be betrayed,
As LiulerIck's treaty tells that shame OF zaanes,
Oh, it was peEHdy go Eoull il cast
All former peridies Into the shade,
Twas treachery tOo gigantic and too vast;
EEe IL the scales ofjustice to be weighed
Deceived and plundersd in the name Of God,
The spoiEthe thirty pIoce5-fOr reward
The deed was once surpassed by mortal fraud
When 6das, with kiss betr yed the Lord.
Remember Limerick and Saxon faith
Pull not a trigger till your bayonsts touch
Their very breasts"-tis all that history sag tn,
Their leader spoke, and yet It meant how much;
1t meant drop Of blood fer every tear
Their country shed IN agony and shame,
Itmesnt the HeTo's couch, 4 bloody bier
Or glorious victory and Geathlegs fame
Steady AID cool, az upon parade,
The bright red line comes charging down the
hill;
Sweeps up to meet It with IN eager win,
The cir is rent as, like the Hons roar,
Peals out the thunder Of the Britifh cheer
sound By foernen never heard before,
From blOOd-stained Aims back 70 Agincourt.
Without S shock that shook the heart with fear.
Remember Limerick and Saxon faith"-
Iis Lally's war-cry rings upon the sir.
To hre their hearts with tear their foes to to seattle
''To death or victory, lead on Lord Clare
"sIand fast and hinch not now my gallant guards"
Thus bravely spoke King George royal son,
''The fate Of battle hangs upon your swords,
Remember 'tis already well nigh wCn."
The proud hattalions staggering shake anu reel
Before the furious charge Of the Brigade.
"Pzll not trigger nothing but the street,
The laurels woD by day viii never flde-
Strike, and strike home, TO conquer c. 70 die,
No craven fear, no thought Of life or fight"
Thus Laly, Glare, SID Dillon derceIy cry,
Above the clang and tumult Of the fight
AT iast the sanguinasy strife Is Ger,
St. Georges banner IN the dust is laid
The Flour De Lys floats proudly up once more,
And high DER all the Gag Of the Bdgude
Ihen IS the dreadful truth on England burst,
Ger all the hand wall OF anguish rose;
While kiHgly lips IN vivid anguish eurst
The laws thst made his bravest subjects foes.
The artists hand o. poiish'd steel can trace
With higher tempered steel some noble name,
Which time will wear away or rust eface;
But on the brightest tablet known 70 fame,
Those gallant Irish sLilss with hsir steel
Engraved name which tims shall ns'er destroy
Whlle language lives, or men have hearts 10 feel
For noble dssds-that name is F0ntenoy