And that our valiant English till midnight there did stay, To see whether the rebels would have another fray; But they no more returning, they made off towards their home, And brought away their wounded as far as they could come. Of all our valiant English there were but thirty-four, And of the rebel Indians there were about fourscore, And sixteen of our English did safely home return, The rest were killed and wounded, for which we all must mourn. Our worthy Captain Lovewell among them there did die, They killed Lieutenant Robbins, and wounded good young Frye, Who was our English chaplain; he many Indians slew, And some of them he scalped when bullets round him flew. Young Fullam, too, I'll mention, because he fought so well, Endeavoring to save a man, a sacrifice he fell: But yet our valiant Englishmen in fight were ne'er dismayed, But still they kept their motion, and Wymans captain made. Who shot the old chief Pagus, which did the foe defeat, Then set his men in order, and brought off the retreat; And braving many dangers and hardships in the way, They safe arrived at Dunstable, the thirteenth day of May. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S MEN. Fort DuQuesne Expedition, 1755. To arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers! Hark how the drums do roll it along! To horse, to horse, with valiant good cheer; We'll meet our proud foe before it is long. Let not your courage fail you; Be valiant, stout, and bold; And it will soon avail you, My loyal hearts of gold. Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah! 'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah! March on, march on, brave Braddock leads the foremost; The battle is begun as you may fairly see. Stand firm, be bold, and it will soon be over; We'll soon gain the field from our proud enemy. A squadron now appears, my boys; If that they do but stand! Boys, never fear, be sure you mind The word of command! Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah! 'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah! See how, see how, they break and fly before us! See how they are scattered all over the plain! Now, now--now, now, our country will adore us! In peace and in triumph, boys, when we return again! Then laurels shall our glory crown For all our actions told: The hills shall echo all around, My loyal hearts of gold. Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah! 'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah! [Illustration] [Illustration: THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR] [Illustration] LIBERTY TREE. BY THOMAS PAINE. (Published in the _Pennsylvania Magazine_, 1775.)