Haheulinden
Haheulinden
Thomas Camprell
2302
On Londen when the sun was low
All brodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rollire rapidly
Fat Lindan saw another sight
When the drum beat at dead of right,
Commanding hres of death to light
The darkness of her scenery
Rv torch and trumpet fast arrayed
Each houseman drew his battle blade,
And furlons every charger relghed
To join the dreadful revelry
Then shook the hills with thunder riven
Then rushed the sire is to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far Eashed the red artillery
But redder yet that light shall glow
On Landen’s hills of stain’s snow,
And blooster yet the torrent now
Of Iser, rolling sapidly
‘Tis nigra, but scarce yon level sun
Con pierce the clouds rolling dun
Where furious Frark and dery Hun
Shout in their sulphurouя сапору
The combat deerers On ve brave,
Who rash to glory, or the grave
Wave, Munich! All thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry
Few, few shall nait where inany meet:
The snow shall he their winding sheet:
And every Shall turf beneath their feet
Shall to a soldier Sepulcher