1812

1812

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Some day it was! Through flying smoke Set out in swarms many a French bloke, And e'er for our redoubt. The lancers in their motley guise, Dragoons with horse-tails with loud cries – They all would flash before our eyes, They all were near about. You 're never to behold such f... see more
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