Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled wit….

When greater perils men inviron, Then women show a front of iron; And, gentle in their manner, they Do bold things in a quiet way..

But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye..