...e Round us for protection, as to the oak clings the vine. Stand forth then brave Southron, we are proof against harm, While our hoarse are all true and God nerves our arm! We shall stand like Gibraltar in firmness and might. Or rolling like a torrent till Abe's legions in fight. Will sweep back to their dens like Sahara's dark clouds-- Some wrapped in their baseness the rest in their shrouds...