  Come all ye lads who wish to shine Bright in Chester story, Haste to arms, and form the line, Where Lumley leads to glory. Charge the musket, point the lance, Brave the worst of dangers; Tell the blustering sons of France, That Chester fears no strangers. Chester, when the lion’s rous’d, And the flag is rearing, Always finds her sons dispos’d To drub the foe that’s daring. Charge the musket, &c. Honor for the brave to share, Is the noblest booty; Guard the coast, protect the fair, For that’s a Briton’s duty. Charge the musket, &c. Beat the drums, the music sound, Manly and united; Danger face, maintain your ground, And see your country righted. Charge the musket, &c. |
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