"THERE'S ONE WE LOVE TO CALL OUR OWN,
RENOWNED BY SWORD AND PEN,
HIS PLUME ALONE, WHERE'ER IT SHONE,
WAS WORTH TEN THOUSAND MEN;
'TWAS HE SNATCHED VICTORY FROM DEFEAT,
OUR HEARTS' COMMANDER STILL;
WHENE'ER WE MEET HIS NAME WE'LL GREET,
OUR MATCHLESS LITTLE PHIL."