text:  Around us rush'd the rebels as the wolf upon the sheep We burst upon their columns as the lion roused from sleep; We tore the bayonets from their hands we slew them at their guns Their boasted horsemen flew like chaff before our forest-sons; That eve we heap'd their baggage high their lines of dead between And in the centre blazed to heaven their blood-dyed Guillotine! In vain they hid their heads in walls; we rush'd on stout Thouar -- What cared we for its shot or shell for battlement or bar? We burst its gates; then like the wind we rush'd on Fontenaye-- We saw its flag at morning's light 'twas ours by setting day