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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required OUR band is few but true and tried Our leader frank and bold; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood 5 Our tent the cypress-tree; We know the forest round us As seamen know the sea. We know its walls of thorny vines Its glades of reedy grass 10 Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near! On them shall light at midnight 15 A strange and sudden fear: When waking to their tents on fire They grasp their arms in vain And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again; 20 And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release 25 From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout As if a hunt were up 30 And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves And slumber long and sweetly 35 On beds of oaken leaves. Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads¡ª The glitter of their rifles The scampering of their steeds. 40 'T is life to guide the fiery barb Across the moonlit plain; 'T is life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp¡ª 45 A moment¡ªand away Back to the pathless forest Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee Grave men with hoary hairs; 50 Their hearts are all with Marion For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming With smiles like those of summer 55 And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our shore. 60
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