Death of General Abercrombie

RECITATIVE
?Twas on that spot of ancient lore oft nam?d
Where Isis and Osiris once held sway,
O?er kings who sleep in pyramidie pride:
But now for British valour far more fam?d,
Since Nelson?s band achiev?d a glorious day,
And crown?d with laurel Abercrombie died.

AIR
Her roscate colours the dawn had not shed,
O?er the field which stern slaughter had tinted too red,
?Twas dark ? save each flash at the cannon?s hoarse sound,
When the brave Abercrombie receiv?d his death-wound;
His comrades with grief unaffected deplore,
Though to Britain?s renown he gave one laurel more.

With a mind unsubdued still the foe he defied,
On the steed which the hero of Acre supplied,
Till, feeling he soon to Fate?s summons must yield,
He gave Sidney the sword he no longer could wield.
His comrades with grief unaffected deplore,
Through to Britain?s renown he gave one laurel more.

The standard of Albion, with victory crown?d,
Wav?d over his head as he sank on the ground.
?Take me hence, my brave fellows,? the vet?ran did cry,
?My duty?s complete, and contented I die.?
His comrades with grief unaffected deplore,
Though to Britain?s renown he gave one laurel more.

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