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 Bunker Hill.

Bunker Hill.

NOT yet, not yet! Steady, steady!”

On came the foe in even line,

Nearer and nearer to thrice paces nine.

We looked into their eyes. “Ready!”

A sheet of flame, a roll of death!

They fell by scores: we held our breath.

Then nearer still they came.

Another sheet of flame,

And brave men fled who never fled before.

Immortal fight!

Foreshadowing flight

Back to the astounded shore.

Quickly they rallied, re-enforced,

’Mid louder roar of ships’ artillery,

And bursting bombs and whistling musketry,

And shouts and groans anear, afar,

All the new din of dreadful war.

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