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Let us take the Road.
Hark! I hear the sound of Coaches!
The hour of Attack approaches,
To your Arms, brave Boys, and load.
See the Ball I hold!
Let the Chemists toil like Asses,
Our fire their fire surpasses,
And turns all our Lead to Gold.
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