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X HAT chief I fing : Golnmbid's fav'rite fon, His ads record, and glorious conquefls v/on I Say, heav'nl7 mufe! v/hcnce firft his fame be^an,, What the iirfl: glories of this matchlefs man! In early life he foug-ht the prize of fame; «' His foul impeil'd him to the martial plain." Monengahela's rapid ftreains can tell How thr war rag'd, what haplefs heroes fell! 'I'WrtS there bold Braddock led the Britifli band, Far from fair Albion, their native land : Feariefs they raarch'd, clofe form'd in dread array j And through the fored cut their rugged way : The foe at hand, difputes the dreadful pafs, Unfeen they war, from trees and tangled grafs. Behind thick fhades impervious to the eye. They lift the tube and leaden deaths let fiy. Fierce to the charge the BritiHi troops advance, Diflodge the tawny foe and fons oi France. To thefe dark forefts form a fafe retreat, From thence they war, and Albion's fons df feat.
Ah! what avails the vi£\or's boafted might? This hour vicvorlous, next a fhameful flight.
