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RIFLEMEN FORM


Form, Form, Riflemen Form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Rifemnen form!

Let your reforms for a moment go!
Look to your butts, and take good aims !
Better a rotten borough or
Than a rotten feet and a city in flames !
Storm, Storm, Riflcmen form!
Ready, be ready against the storm!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form!

Form, be ready to do or die !
Form in Freedom's name and the Queen's !
True we have got — such a faithful ally
That only the Devil can tell what he means.