Arm'd with javelin, arm'd with dart

Arm'd with javelin, arm'd with dart,
With mighty arm and steady heart,
We to the battle go;
Yet, ere we part,
We join with all our friends so dear,
And fervent adoration pay,
To the bright orb that gave us day.

Then void of fear,
We rush to meet the foe:
Stationed on impervious ground,
We watch their numbers scatter'd round;
The subtle ambush then prepare,
And see! they fall into the snare:
Hid as in the woods we lay,
They tread the unsuspected way;
Sudden and fierce from every bush,
Upon the astonish'd foe we rush,
Bold and resolved:—and now around,
Hark! the dreadful war-whoop sound,
Confusion, terror, and dismay,
It scatters as it wings its way:

They fly! confusion in their train,
And sanguine slaughter treads the plain!
Hark of our friends the welcome cry,
Proclaims for us the victory!

Then fervent adoration pay.
To the bright orb that gave us day.

See the festive train advance,
Breath the music lead the dance!
Sound the cymbals!
Beat the tymbals!
Haste, in glad procession come
To our anxious friends at home,
For our reception who prepare,
While acclamations rend the air,
And loudly a whole nation cry
Honour, glory, victory.