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Circle of stone, Circle of steel, Loyalists true, Pent up in battle belts twain; Yet we, alone, Doubly feel, That with our few, We shall a victory gain.
Climb up our foes, Over the wall, Deep bit the swords, Fiercely the cannon spout fire; Yet 'neath our blows, Downward they fall, Traitorous hordes, In torment and blood to expire.