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Their hunger’s great, none can relate
What hardships they endure;
Few ever think upon them,
And take pity on the poor.
Now to conclude, and end my song,
May war’s effects decay,
And the British manufactories
Still flourish every day
Dear Molly I am going
To plough the raging main,
May all happiness attend you
Till I return again.
BATTLE OF TOULOUSE.
COME, all ye sons of Britain, and hear my loyal lay,
I'll sing the tenth of April, that very glorious day,
When Britons boldly did advance, with justice for their guide;
To gain fresh laurels to the cause which forms their nations pride.
On the seventeenth of February, our army did advance,
Commanded by Lord Wellington, the dread of foes in France,
And boldly we pursued them for many weary leagues;
Our country's cause enabled us to conquer all fatigues.
Near Orthes we o'ertook them, and there hop'd they would have stay'd,
As Marshal Soult would sain have done, yet he was sore afraid,
They made a stand for battle, but their efforts were in vain;
