The Fall of Matamoras.

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TUNE -- "Red White and Blue."

Come swell the glad song and the chorus,
In praise of the heroes so bold,
Who fronted the proud Matamoras,
(Where the Mexican wolf kept his fold,)
Sent the hot bolts of vengeance so true,
Till tyranny's dark walls sank under
The might of the red white and blue.
'Neath the might of the red white and blue, &c.

Three times had Ampudia's sly minions,
In dastardly ambush conceal'd,
Sent their balls at our brave eagle's pinions,
Till his blood stained their treacherous field
Like vultures around the dead lion,
They mangled the forms of our true,
Till Freedom the foul deed descrying,
Swore revenge by the red white and blue, &c.

With his blood bounding up like the river,
Each man as a friend clasped his gun,
And like arrows from death's fatal quiver,
Soon their balls dimned the Mexican sun;

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The Rio's swift wave rolled on gory,
And ne'er shall it change its red hue,
Till we've humbled the foe's pride and glory,
By the stars of the red white and blue.
By the stars of the red white and blue, &c.

Shoot Brown, and give glory to Taylor,
And the bold hearts who stood by their side,
To chastise the treacherous assailer,
And avenge the bold freemen who died.
A tear to brave Cross and bold Porter,
Tho' their blood drops the wild plain bedew,
Yet the heart of each patriot martyr,
Is embalmed on the red white and blue.
Is embalmed on the red white and blue, &c.