Thus were we baffled, but not beat, sore stricken, but not slain
Without the walls we quickly dressed our shattered ranks again
While like the lion wounded deep, our rage by stronger burned
As with one wild soul-breathing cheer we to the fight returned
XIII
Before a storm of leaden hail our foremost ranks were mown
But ere the foe could load again our pikes had borne them down
And those who fell, not broke and fled, like frighted deer, away
Tho' Fairgate and the market house still grimly stood at bay
XIV
But now the curse that marred us once again misled our men
And backwards forced with broken ranks we lost the ground we gained
Again with weakened force we charged tro' streets of blood and fire
And bath'd our pikes in foemen's blood before we did retire