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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Soldier Songs and Love Songs, by A.H. Laidlaw
+
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+Title: Soldier Songs and Love Songs
+
+Author: A.H. Laidlaw
+
+Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14869]
+
+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SOLDIER SONGS AND LOVE SONGS ***
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+Produced by Ted Garvin, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG Online
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+
+SOLDIER SONGS
+AND
+LOVE SONGS
+
+BY
+
+A.H. LAIDLAW
+
+
+
+
+PRESS OF
+WILLIAM R. JENKINS
+
+NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY
+A.H. LAIDLAW
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]
+
+
+
+
+Dedicated
+
+TO THE
+SOLDIERS AND SAILORS
+OF THE
+UNITED STATES
+
+THE TWO ARMS OF AMERICAN SALVATION
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+                                                             PAGE
+ 1. CUSTER                                                      1
+ 2. THE AMERICAN GIRL                                           2
+ 3. THE GOOD SHIP "OHIO"                                        4
+ 4. THE AMERICAN GIRLS                                          5
+ 5. THE UNION OATH                                              8
+ 6. BETSIE BROWN                                                9
+ 7. SWORD OF JEHOVAH                                           11
+ 8. BLACK EYES                                                 12
+ 9. THE AMERICAN ÇA IRA                                        13
+10. BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH                                16
+11. THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR                      17
+12. THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES                           19
+13. BABYLON                                                    20
+14. THE BRITISH GYP                                            23
+15. DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS                           24
+16. FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN                            25
+17. EVER TO BE                                                 27
+18. JOCK AND JEAN                                              28
+19. THE FLAG OF BROTHERS                                       31
+20. WITH A HO-HO-HO!                                           33
+21. SEE, THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS                            34
+22. THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE                       36
+23. BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE                                 37
+24. TEARS, TEARS                                               39
+25. SHERRY IN THE SADDLE                                       40
+26. HOME, HOME                                                 42
+27. THE CUSTER WAIL                                            43
+28. WEEP NOT FOR HIM                                           46
+29. TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT                                      47
+30. GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE                                49
+31. THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION                                  50
+32. THE YOUNG VETS                                             52
+33. MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK      53
+34. IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE                            55
+35. MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL                                     57
+36. THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE                                    60
+37. THE THREE P'S: THE PRATIE, THE PIG AND POTEEN              61
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In issuing this collection of Songs, the author makes the following
+acknowledgments:--
+
+"The American _Ça ira_" was suggested while reading the French song of
+that name, from which song the phrase _ça ira_ alone was appropriated.
+
+In "The Song of William the Conqueror," his characteristic oath, "By the
+splendor of God!" is used.
+
+In the "Death Song of the Enfants Perdus," a few remembered lines or
+fragments have been appropriated from an anonymous and almost forgotten
+English ballad.
+
+"Burke of the Brave Brigade" was written in memory of the late Dennis F.
+Burke, the last commander of the Irish Brigade in the battle of
+Gettysburg.
+
+"The Custer Wail" was composed in a dream, in 1877.
+
+In the last two stanzas of "Marshall Ney's Farewell," his own language
+translated is used in nearly half the lines. The first line of this poem
+is the expression used by Napoleon, on his voyage to St. Helena, when
+sighting the shore of France for the last time.
+
+"The Lily Land of France" was suggested by the French song, "Partant
+pour la Syrie," from which nothing was appropriated but the accentual
+movement.
+
+Except in the above mentioned instances, the songs here collected were
+composed without finding a model or a suggestion in any other writer.
+
+The "Soldier Songs" and the "Love Songs" are printed alternately.
+
+A.H. LAIDLAW.
+
+
+
+
+SONGS
+
+
+
+
+CUSTER.
+
+
+Foiled on the field with his dead boys around him,
+  All waiting for Earth to recover her own,
+Fortune hath missed him, but Glory hath found him,
+  While fighting a thousand fierce foemen alone.
+
+Custer's the right wing, the left and the center,
+  Himself is his only reserve and supply.
+This is a battle for Spartans to enter,
+  Where One makes an army to conquer or die.
+
+Straight on his steed doth he meet the grim battle,
+  The red line of danger grows deadly and large,
+Loud from the hills rings the rifleman's rattle,
+  But Custer is ready, so forward and charge!
+
+Firing with left hand, and fencing with right,
+  The reins in his teeth, like a handless young Hun,
+What is his fate in the terrible fight?
+  The thousands hath slain him, yet Custer hath won.
+
+His foemen still seek him in terror and wonder,
+  Alive in the tempest that darkens the vale;
+His charge they still fear in the echoing thunder,
+  His sword in the lightning, his voice in the gale.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN GIRL.
+
+
+        The maid for man to love,
+        All other forms above,
+Is she whose home adorns the loam of this fair land of mine:
+        American in sire,
+        She's born of love and fire,
+And dominates the heart of man as by a right divine.
+
+        By rhyming swain pursued,
+        She meets the puling dude,
+Whose hopes to win are centered in his pale Platonic plan;
+        American in heart,
+        She spurns his petty part,
+Then, speeds him to the army mess to prove himself a man.
+
+        With tact burned in the bone,
+        She stands herself, alone,
+The peer of peers of ancient years, for highest functions fit;
+        American in head
+        Who woos her, she _may_ wed,
+If he hath grace, and wit, and worth, and sense, and soul and grit.
+
+Alive, alert and sweet,
+        In rounded poise, complete,
+Come any day what will or may, she meets the world at par;
+        American in soul,
+        She brooks no man's control,
+But brings to _one_ a crystal love as stainless as a star.
+
+        Who wins, she weds, retains,
+        She lives, she loves, she reigns
+Through home and hall, and over all the sovereign of the scene;
+        American in dower,
+        She knows her native power,
+And holds the heart of him she loves, a Woman and a Queen.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOOD SHIP "OHIO."
+
+
+Swift o'er the lee when the wind flies free,
+  Follows the ship "Ohio,"
+With skies o'ercast she bends to the blast,
+  Like a billowy bird she can fly, O,
+And she'll leave all behind in a whispering wind
+  As soft as a maiden's sigh, O.
+Or when o'er the Lakes the storm-cloud breaks,
+  And the waves scoop their murderous hollow,
+While the weaker ship to its mooring must slip
+  And safe in a harbor wallow,
+In the front of the storm she fills her white form,
+  And the demons of danger follow.
+
+O for the life 'mid the storm and the strife
+  Of sailor and storm and billow!
+Far be my bed from the lubberly dead
+  That sleep near the wailing willow,
+But give me the grave of the mutinous wave
+  With its heaving and whistling pillow.
+Down from the skies look the spectral eyes
+  Of our kelpie, sprite and bewailer,
+And gathering in crowds by the shivering shrouds,
+  They croon while our cheeks grow paler,
+And they sing as they sweep o'er the clamorous deep:
+  "We love the hot heart of a sailor!"
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN GIRLS.
+
+
+Yes! The land we love
+Is a land of pretty girls,
+  In grand variety;
+With their many colored eyes
+And their multi-colored curls,
+  They'll steal thy heart from thee.
+
+If you travel in the North,
+One will gleam in glory forth,
+  With her blue eyes, O, so blue!
+And her flash of golden hair
+Will be flirting in the air,
+  While entrancing all the soul in you.
+     Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+Always for your weal and never for your woe,
+Your little heart will gallop on the go,
+  And it will not give you rest
+  Within your manly breast,
+Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.
+     Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+If you travel in the South,
+You will find a rosy mouth,
+  And a black eye, O so black!
+And some strands of raven hair
+Will purloin your heart just there,
+  And you'll never get the poor thing back.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.
+
+If you travel in the East,
+Your dear soul will have a feast
+  On a sweet eye, O so sweet!
+And a most seductive curl
+Will there give your heart a twirl
+  That will fling you at two queenly feet.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.
+
+If you travel in the West,
+One shy glance will pierce your breast
+  From a bright eye, O so bright!
+And an auburn heaven of hair
+Will so glorify the air,
+  You'll surrender all your soul at sight.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+Always for your weal and never for your woe,
+Your little heart will gallop on the go,
+  And it will not give you rest
+  Within your manly breast,
+Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+Thus, the land we love
+Is a land of pretty girls,
+  In grand variety;
+With their many colored eyes
+And their multi-colored curls,
+  They'll steal thy heart from thee.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNION OATH.
+
+
+By the Revolution's dead,
+By their Blood in battle shed,
+By the Earth that drank their gore,
+By the Heaven in which they soar,
+By the Union Stripe and Star,
+By the God of Righteous War,
+  Swear to conquer, or to die!
+      Swear to conquer,
+      Swear to conquer,
+  Swear to conquer _now_, or die!
+
+By the Revolution's dead,
+By their Blood in battle shed,
+By the Earth that drank their gore,
+By the Heaven in which they soar,
+By the Union Stripe and Star,
+By the God of Righteous War,
+  We will conquer now, or die!
+      We will conquer!
+      We will conquer!
+  We will conquer _now_, or die!
+
+
+
+
+BETSIE BROWN.
+
+
+I have loved you all my days,
+        Betsie Brown,
+And I'll never cease to praise
+        Betsie Brown;
+Still must I break love's tie,
+  To act a patriot part,
+But I'll yield thee, as I die,
+  The last throb of my heart,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+For my country let me die,
+        Betsie Brown,
+And never grieve nor cry,
+        Betsie Brown,
+But lay me down to sleep
+  Where my country's tempests rave,
+Where its mountain moss can creep
+  O'er an humble patriot's grave,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+And should my boy, with thee,
+        Betsie Brown,
+By my grave once bend the knee,
+        Betsie Brown,
+Teach him to bleed or die
+  For his country or his God,
+Like him whose ashes lie
+  Beneath the loving sod,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+
+
+
+SWORD OF JEHOVAH.
+
+
+Sword of Jehovah, swing
+O'er the world's ravening,
+Wide on the tempest's wing,
+    Swing far! Swing free!
+Where the mailed hand is set,
+Braced to the bayonet,
+Bloody and warm and wet,
+    Swing far! Swing free!
+
+Strike where the sordid great
+Revel in royal state,
+Liberty desolate,
+    Strike far! Strike free!
+Where the King's coursers champ,
+Where the mailed millions tramp,
+Ringed round the tyrant's camp,
+    Strike far! Strike free!
+
+Fall where the Kaiser stands,
+Guarded by gory bands,
+Known by their bloody hands,
+    Fall far! Fall free!
+Till the last Despots die,
+Till the Christ, lifted high,
+Consummates Destiny,
+    Fall far! Fall free!
+
+
+
+
+BLACK EYES.
+
+
+The Blue Eye will do if the courting is through
+  And the way of the marriage is sunny,
+And it helps in the fun till the sweet life is done
+  If the girl brings a mint of good money.
+But when aft or before the good parson's front door,
+  With calm or a storm on the track;
+For Love red, red hot, with the ducats or not,
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+The Hazel is true to you all the way through,
+  And it burns with a light warm and steady;
+Only if it is Fred that she has in her head,
+  It is burning for no one but Freddie.
+But the Black Eye will veer and stake kingdoms to spear
+  Whatever it likes on the track,
+And as a love-lance to its lord in the dance
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+Here then is good health and without or with wealth
+  To the deep raven eye of my charmer!
+It's a heavenly spell when it loves very well,
+  Only when it does not it is warmer.
+And it's little I care, only so I get there,
+  Whichever I find on the track,
+For Heaven or Hell in its magical spell
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN ÇA IRA.
+
+
+With a sullen, setting Sun,
+    It will come!
+With the days of Despots done,
+    It will come!
+With a sullen, setting Sun,
+With the days of Despots done,
+With the wrath of God begun,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
+    It will come!
+With remorseless slaughter soon,
+    It will come!
+With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
+With remorseless slaughter soon,
+With our Tyrants stripped and strewn,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With a meteoric glare,
+    It will come!
+With Destruction in the air.
+    It will come!
+With a meteoric glare,
+With Destruction in the air,
+With the vengeance of Despair,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With abasement of the proud,
+    It will come!
+With the last King's crimson shroud,
+    It will come!
+With abasement of the proud,
+With the last King's crimson shroud,
+But with Christ within the cloud,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With the merry Morning Stars,
+    It will come!
+With the end of royal wars,
+    It will come!
+With the merry Morning Stars,
+With the end of royal wars,
+With the last of scourging Tsars,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+Yea! An angel from the fight,
+    It will come!
+With fair Liberty in light,
+    It will come!
+Yea! An angel from the fight,
+With fair Liberty in light,
+Linked with Everlasting Right,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+By the Christ who hears our cries,
+  It will come!
+By the Spirit of the Skies,
+  It will come!
+By the Christ who hears our cries,
+By the Spirit of the Skies,
+By the God who never lies,
+  It will come!
+  It will come!
+
+With a place for you and me,
+    It will come!
+At the feastings of the Free,
+    It will come!
+With a place for you and me,
+At the feastings of the Free,
+With eternal Jubilee,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+
+
+
+BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH.
+
+
+Bird of the summering North,
+  Whither away?
+Fly you so gaily forth
+  Simply to stay
+Nested in northern bowers
+Till the late flushing flowers
+Turn in October hours
+  Ashen and gray?
+
+Bear, then, this message, Dove,
+  When you depart,
+Safe to my northern Love,
+  Quick! Like a dart!
+Bill her and coo her this
+Seal of triumphant bliss,
+One young, immortal kiss,
+  Hot from my heart.
+
+Then, in the autumn time,
+  Tailing the pole,
+From my Love's cooling clime
+  Make me your goal;
+Flash to this field of Fame,
+Linked with her darling name,
+All her concordant flame,
+  Deep from her soul.
+
+
+
+
+THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.
+
+_"By the splendor of God!" was a characteristic oath
+of William the Conqueror._
+
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  To fight to the death for Old England's crown,
+  To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares
+    To fight that God and our Right be made
+    Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares,
+    By a King who dares.
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  In swoop for fierce flesh, like a bird of prey,
+  In scent of the blood of the brave to-day,
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, for the Love of God!
+    Since blood is holy and royal wine,
+    Advance! Drink health to the Norman line,
+  Sword in hand, for the Love of God!
+    For the Love of God!
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Beware of the shock of the serried rank!
+  Beware of the brand of the fiery Frank!
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by the Grace of God,
+   We fight till death for Old England's crown,
+   Till Harold, or We, with our crowns, go down,
+  Sword in hand, by the Grace of God!
+    By the Grace of God!
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  To fight to the death for Old England's crown,
+  To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares
+    To fight that God and our Right be made
+    Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares,
+    By a King who dares!
+
+
+
+
+THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.
+
+
+As I stroll by the stream where you stray,
+  A beam is reflected afar,
+Which seems, on the waters, a ray--
+  The ray from a luminous star.
+What is it that sweetens my sight,
+  That lightens the leaf-burthened skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+As nearer and nearer I roam,
+  In the month of the rosy-mouthed June,
+What is it that throws round your home
+  The mirage of the mystical moon?
+What is it that softens my sight,
+  That mellows the marvellous skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+As I gaze on the girl of my love,
+  My ravishing, radiant one,
+There seems to shower light from above,
+  And I look for the summer-time sun.
+What is it that dazzles my sight,
+  That rivals the roseate skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+
+
+
+BABYLON.
+
+
+Thou art mighty,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art haughty,
+      Babylon!
+Haughty, mighty,
+      Babylon!
+Through thy streets the bats shall fly,
+O'er thy ruins owls shall cry,
+All thy chivalry shall die,
+      Babylon!
+
+Golden-godded
+      Babylon!
+Idol-cursèd
+      Babylon!
+Idol-cursèd, golden-godded,
+      Babylon!
+All thy gods shall bite the dust,
+All thy golden godlets must
+Sink to rottenness and rust,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art royal,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art ancient,
+      Babylon!
+Ancient, royal,
+      Babylon!
+Royal laws and ancient lies
+Vanish when the people rise,
+Truth must live, but Falsehood dies,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art sensual,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art sotted,
+      Babylon!
+Sotted, sensual,
+      Babylon!
+History this tale will tell,
+To the righteous all is well;
+Daniel rose, Belshazzar fell,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art bloody,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art cruel,
+      Babylon!
+Cruel, bloody,
+      Babylon!
+Cain's curse on your brow is set,
+Bloodstains God will not forget,
+And His curse pursues you yet,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art crumbled,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art humbled,
+      Babylon!
+Humbled, crumbled,
+      Babylon!
+Vengeance leaves no gated wall,
+Vengeance leaves no gilded hall,
+Vengeance blasts and buries all,
+      Babylon!
+
+
+
+
+THE BRITISH GYP.
+
+
+That luscious lip, the British Gyp,
+  I leave to rove, a reckless ranger,
+To seek a life, with War for wife,
+  Defying Death, despising danger;
+Yet while I speed from field to field,
+  Enamored of the stranger's daughter,
+I know the best that earth can yield
+  Are nested by the British water.
+
+Her lithe, blithe form outbraves the storm
+  That spreads disaster in its shadow,
+And when it clears, her form appears
+  A flower upon the greening meadow;
+And if, for fame, you'll have me name
+  The land of most bewitching daughters,
+My heart replies, with softening sighs,
+  The land begirt by British waters.
+
+Her starry eye lets arrows fly,
+  That pierce the ice of arctic reason;
+The kiss that thrills, the glance that kills,
+  Make wild the wise and laugh at Treason;
+And when, a soldier on parade,
+  Beyond the bourne of British waters,
+My eyes are on the stranger maid,
+  My heart is with the English daughters.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS.
+
+
+'Tis here we invade the valley,
+  Away from the realms of breath,
+And, in most successful sally,
+  We enter the gates of death;
+So, stand in the last line steady,
+  'Tis here our true glory lies;
+Hurrah for the dead already!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+Though here, the wet eyes of woman
+  Will fill with the falling tear,
+Yet, facing old Death, our foeman,
+  We shout our reviving cheer.
+Though high beat the hearts we cherish,
+  The dead we most highly prize:
+Hurrah for the first to perish!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+The earth we now leave behind us,
+  The heavens now beckon before,
+Though dust of the dead may blind us,
+  We march for the shining shore;
+No more can our Hope deceive us,
+  Our heart to it now replies,
+Hurrah for the first to leave us!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+
+
+
+FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN!
+
+
+Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!
+  Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!
+Thy soft heart, divinely human,
+  Holds me by a magic spell.
+All that grieves me now to perish
+  Is the loss of one bright eye,
+And I still the vision cherish
+  While I lay me down to die.
+
+At my headstone, kindly kneeling,
+  May I beg a votive tear?
+Woman, with her pure appealing,
+  Is my angel at the bier.
+Let me have but one such linger,
+  Praying Christ to help and save,
+Let me have but one dear finger
+  Place a chaplet on my grave.
+
+Though the soldier dies in dying,
+  The true lover never dies;
+Upward, from his embers flying,
+  He transfigures in the skies.
+Heaven is rare, but Love is rarer,
+  Whether it be blest or crost;
+Heaven blooms fair, but Love blooms fairer,
+  But, O God, at what a cost!
+
+Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!
+  Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!
+Thy soft heart, divinely human,
+  Holds me by a magic spell.
+All that grieves me now to perish
+  Is the loss of one bright eye,
+And I still the vision cherish
+  While I lay me down to die.
+
+
+
+
+EVER TO BE.
+
+
+        Ever to be
+        Land of the free,
+Hold up your banner of light to the eye,
+        High! High!
+        Let its folds fly,
+Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.
+
+        Ever to be
+        Flag of the free,
+Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave,
+        Wave! Wave!
+        Mighty to save,
+Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.
+
+        Ever to be
+        Light of the free,
+Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine,
+        Shine! Shine!
+        Liberty's sign,
+Lighting the human to find the Divine.
+
+
+
+
+JOCK AND JEAN.
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the Sacramento flows,
+'Twixt the peaks of sifted snows,
+Past the fadeless Southron rose,
+Sweeter than the heather-blows,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Whether rivers fail or flow,
+Whether roses blanch or blow,
+Where thou goest, I will go,
+As your loving Jean, my Jo,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the mountains, crowned with pine,
+Dipping to the western brine,
+Shade, with everlasting vine,
+Golden grape and countless kine,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+       Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Whether mountains dip or bear
+Heavenward through our future air,
+Princely feast or peasant fare,
+What thou darest, I will dare,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the lambies, on the braes,
+Gambol in the golden haze,
+And the solar disc delays
+Heaven throughout the happy days,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Wheresoe'er thy feet delay,
+Drenched in rain or golden spray,
+To the end of life's long day,
+I will love thee as I say,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK AND JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, dearie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, dearie,
+        Will I, will I,
+'Neath the starred or starless sky,
+Heaven is where the heart beats high,
+With a love that cannot die;
+So we wander, you and I,
+        Dearie, dearie!
+
+
+
+
+THE FLAG OF BROTHERS.
+
+
+There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There is blood upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the blood of Abel, it crieth from the sod,
+And it crieth unto God throughout the Morning.
+
+There's a blot upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There's a blot upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the soul of Samuel, it riseth from the clod,
+And it crieth unto God throughout the Nooning.
+
+There's a curse upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There's a curse upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the curse of Cain, it scars our brows with pain,
+And it sears a Brother's brain throughout the E'ening.
+
+May the Lord now bleach this Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+And keep that Banner floating as a pledge 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the eyes of Noah, as the Flood of Blood flies from us,
+May we see the Bow of Promise in the Morning.
+
+Our Banner, then, unsullied, this Banner of the Free,
+Will be a Brother's Banner, held up by you and me,
+And, like a Christian people, as example unto others,
+We will wave the Flag of Brothers on that Morning.
+
+
+
+
+WITH A HO-HO-HO! AND A HI-HI-HI!
+
+
+With a ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!
+  With a canzonet and tabor,
+Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!
+  We amble, ramble, gambol, I
+    And my lily-fingered neighbor.
+
+With a ha-ha-ha! and a he-he-he!
+  With a joyous laugh and caper,
+Thus, with ha-ha-ha! and our he-he-he!
+  In sunlight, moonlight, starlight, we
+    Both consume our life's bright taper.
+
+With a hi-hi-hi! and a ho-ho-ho!
+  With a prancing, dancing gaiter,
+Thus, with hi-hi-hi! and our ho-ho-ho!
+  We ringing, singing, swinging, go,
+    Through the glees of our Creator.
+
+With a he-he-he! and a ha-ha-ha!
+  Through all spells of wind or weather,
+Thus, with he-he-he! and our ha-ha-ha!
+  Till frailing, ailing, failing, ah!
+    We will die and lie together.
+
+Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!
+  With a canzonet and tabor,
+Yea, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!
+  We amble, ramble, gambol, I
+    And my lily-fingered neighbor.
+
+
+
+
+SEE THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS.
+
+
+See, the field of battle gleams
+Yonward past the tented streams,
+    There the foe is camping;
+By the thirst-assuaging rill,
+From the copse behind the hill
+    Hear his war-steeds champing.
+
+Northern Knights and Southern Sons,
+Onward to the gleaming guns!
+    Now's the hour of battle!
+Though his files be ten to one,
+Seek the foe from sun to sun,
+    Where his muskets rattle.
+
+O'er the walls with slaughter wet,
+O'er the ball-scarred parapet,
+    Daring man and missile,
+Charge to meet his best or worst,
+Where his shrieking bombshells burst
+    And his bullets whistle.
+
+Roll in waves of living blue,
+Pierce the columned centre through,
+    Fill the world with wonder;
+Rush, as with a lion's will,
+Where his lightnings flash to kill
+    And his cannon thunder.
+
+Meet him with a tiger's spring,
+Quicker than an eagle's wing,
+    Where the bayonet piercest.
+When you feel the foeman's breath,
+Soldier, strike for life or death,
+    Where the fight is fiercest.
+
+Than a coward, proved and known,
+Better be to atoms blown,
+    Where the doomed are dying.
+Welcome death in wildest way,
+But to mingle with that clay
+    Where the brave are lying.
+
+Thus will Honor be our meed
+For some doubly daring deed
+    When we end our story.
+Then in graves with roses blown,
+By the hands of patriots strown,
+    We will sleep in glory.
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+
+I plead with tears to thee,
+  Sweet warbler of the shade,
+Breathe not such strains to me,
+  The sweetest ever made.
+Who bade thee slight my woes?
+  Who taught to pierce my heart?
+Leave me to death's repose,
+  Depart, sweet bird, depart.
+
+Still come, with every strain,
+  Warm dreams of woeless days;
+Still beam, on life's past plain,
+  Love's long lost golden rays,
+That gleam on forms gone by,
+  On friends I called my own,
+Who calmly rest, while I,
+  Wild wandering, weep alone.
+
+But if thou still must sing,
+  Sing of my endless woes,
+Of Life, a poisoned spring,
+  Of Love, a scattered rose;
+Wail-warble those who weep,
+Wild-warble but the brave;
+  To the wearied, sing of sleep,
+And sing, to me, the grave.
+
+
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+_Inscribed to Dennis F. Burke, last Commander of the
+Irish Brigade, at Gettysburg._
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Why come ye to this mountain, lads,
+  In panoply of war?
+Why leave ye the hills of your native heath,
+  To seek these heights afar?"
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"We have come to unchain the slave,
+  And not for a dress parade;
+We have come to save man's flesh from the lash,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+"We have heard his low cry afar,
+  We have felt the self-same chain,
+And we've come, my friends, through peace or war,
+To make the land of the Union Star
+  The land without a stain."
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Go home to your native soil,
+  Ye sons of the Celtic brave;
+You will have to fight till the last man falls
+  To free the Southern slave."
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"We have come to this fight to-day
+  With no maiden, bloodless blade;
+We have come to fight till the last man falls,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+"We have felt of an iron heel,
+  We have known a tyrant's hand,
+We have come to fight till the Rebels reel
+From the shotted shell of our cannon peal,
+  And the hero-handled brand."
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Then come to the battle charge!
+  Welcome the Celtic yell!
+'Twixt you and the South, at the cannon's mouth,
+  'Tis Gettysburg or Hell!"
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"Then 'tis Gettysburg Heights or Hell!
+  We are here till the game is played;
+And a Hell he will feel who dares our steel,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+So they fought, and the story runs
+  (All thanks to the Heavenly Powers),
+That the field was won by the Celtic sons;
+For Hell flashed Leeward from out their guns,
+  And Gettysburg is ours!
+
+
+
+
+TEARS, TEARS.
+
+    Tears, tears,
+    With wifely fears
+Immixed--I held my breath,
+        My boy!
+    As down the street
+    The drums did beat
+That led you to your death,
+        My boy!
+
+    Oh! Oh!
+    Where'er I go,
+And soldier boys I see,
+        My jo!
+    I wis', I wis',
+    For him whose kiss
+Was blessedness to me,
+       My jo!
+
+    Still, still,
+    By wish and will,
+The land you saved, I love,
+        My boy!
+    Beneath a stone,
+    It holds your bone,
+I'll clasp your soul above,
+        My boy!
+
+
+
+
+SHERRY IN THE SADDLE.
+
+
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Boys in blue skedaddle,
+Boys in blue skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+  The Southron gray
+  Is King to-day,
+For Sherry's not in saddle.
+
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Boys in gray skedaddle,
+Boys in gray skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+The Southron gray
+  Bites grass to-day,
+For Sherry's in the saddle,
+
+Sherry in the saddle,
+Sherry in the saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Union foes skedaddle,
+Union foes skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry in the saddle,
+Sherry in the saddle,
+  By night or day,
+  'Twixt Blue and Gray,
+  There's hell to pay,
+When Sherry's in the saddle.
+
+
+
+
+HOME! HOME!
+
+
+    Home! Home!
+    Man may roam
+While the blood of life is brimming,
+While the head's with glory swimming;
+But, when Love and Life are over,
+Bring him to the village clover,
+    Home! Home!
+
+    Home! Home!
+    Bring him home,
+Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him,
+Where remorse no more shall rive him,
+Where the ever weeping willow
+Moults to make its leaves his pillow,
+    Home! Home!
+
+    Home! Home!
+    He is home,
+Where his song was ever sounding,
+Where his blood was ever bounding,
+Here, at last, he leaves his madness,
+All his love and all his sadness,
+    Home! Home!
+
+
+
+
+THE CUSTER WAIL.
+
+
+Dead! Where the bold and brave
+Blend in one bloody grave;
+Dead! With no coward clay
+Weltering in gore that day.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! With his boys in blue,
+Baptized in bloody dew.
+Dead! Where his enemy
+Fled from his fearless eye.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Like a meteor,
+Flashed o'er the field of war.
+Dead! With immortal pride,
+Glorious and glorified.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the captives sing
+Saved by his rifle's ring.
+Dead! Where the painted brave
+Bled by his gory glaive.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the feathered game
+Fell at his deadly aim.
+Dead! Where the buffalo
+Found him a gallant foe.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the prairie steed
+Vainly exerts his speed.
+Dead! Where the antlered stag
+Dies on the dizzy crag.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the valleys sink
+Low to the river's brink.
+Dead! Where the mountains spring
+Higher than eagle's wing.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the solar glows
+Eastward and upward rose.
+Dead! Where the evening's gold
+Westward and downward rolled.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the streamy vales
+Murmur their tender tales.
+Dead! Where the ocean's roll
+Sobs for the passing soul.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the thicket's throats
+Mingle their million notes.
+Dead! Where the forests dim
+Tone their lone requiem.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the eagle's scream
+Shortens the hunter's dream.
+Dead! Where the nightingale
+Trills out her lonely tale.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where no maiden fair
+Weaves with his waving hair.
+Dead! Where no darling sips
+Life from his loving lips.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where no woman's breast,
+Robbed of her love and rest,
+Flower with a fading leaf,
+Sinks in her silent grief.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Nevermore to be.
+Dead! Nevermore to be.
+Dead! Evermore to me.
+Dead! Evermore to me.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to ME!
+
+
+
+
+WEEP NOT FOR HIM.
+
+
+Weep not for him who, in the battle dying,
+  Lives in the lays of those he sought to save;
+Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying,
+  Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;
+Weep not for him for whom the night wind, sighing,
+  Spreads o'er his bier the banner of the brave;
+But, o'er the ashes of the dead hussar,
+  Shout to the thunder and the trump of war.
+
+Go weep for her who, by her Love's side sighing,
+  Gives to the grave the form she loved so well;
+And weep for her who meets no soft replying
+  To the sweet story she would die to tell;
+Aye, weep for her whose Love, to Lethe flying,
+  Left on her lip no mark of his farewell;
+Oh, weep for her whose star of life is dim;
+  Weep, weep for her; but weep no more for him.
+
+
+
+
+TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT.
+
+
+The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,
+And he'll smite them and smite them again and again.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,
+He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,
+And he'll smite them and smite them again and again,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt.
+
+The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+And all the first-born in the land shall die,
+The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,
+And all the first-born in the land shall die;
+The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting
+Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,
+So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting
+Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
+And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
+The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
+And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+
+
+
+GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE.
+
+
+Gif a lassie spurn a laddie
+  Wi' her needless Nays,
+Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie
+  Wi' their loving ways;
+So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly
+  As a winter day,
+Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly
+  Wi' the breath of May.
+
+Prudery still affects the valley,
+  Shady and alane,
+Meeting souls that loveward sally,
+  Icy as a stane.
+On the mountain true Love singeth,
+  Liberty is there;
+Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,
+  From her waving hair.
+
+On the peaks abide the pleasures,
+  Young and sweet and free,
+Yoked with Youth's immortal treasures,
+  Love and Liberty;
+So, the hilltops seek while soaring,
+  Eaglet of Love's sky;
+Light adorned and Light adoring,
+  Bask, and burn and die.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.
+
+
+The day of War is over
+  When, to please a Prince alone,
+A thousand slaughtered wretches
+  Were to the eagles thrown.
+There is gloom upon its glory,
+  There is rust upon its sword,
+For the day of Peace is dawning
+  In the coming of the Lord.
+
+Arise in Christian manhood
+  And join the joyous throng,
+With Jesus in your music
+  And His mercy in your song;
+For His blood hath been the ransom
+  For the World, for you, for me,
+And His love o'erflows the mountains
+  In an everlasting sea.
+
+For the Christ who rose in glory
+  Shall return to earth the same,
+And the warring hosts shall vanish
+  At the voicing of His name;
+And the stars shall flash new splendors
+  At the fulness of His grace,
+For the Heavens reflect His glory,
+  And the Earth shall show His face.
+
+Then, with Mercy in the mighty,
+  And forgiveness in the strong,
+The meek shall be our judges,
+  And the Right shall rule the Wrong;
+And, with one acclaim, all peoples
+  Will the Love of Jesus praise,
+And their Glory Hallelujahs
+  Shall fill the happy days.
+
+
+
+
+THE YOUNG VETS.
+
+
+We all know the face of the chap who can tell
+  How he led the victorious van,
+Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell
+  Or fled from this murderous man.
+
+We all know the pate of the chap who was late,
+  Too late for a wound or a scar,
+A year or two late for a soldierly fate,
+  And twenty too late for the war.
+
+We all know the voice of Goliah the Great,
+  Who never smelt powder, you know,
+Who came to the field of battle too late
+  To give little David a show.
+
+We all know the tale of the chap who delights
+  To tell all the girls he can find
+Of the terrible sights, of the feuds and the fights,
+  That he fought in the depths of his mind.
+
+On a Century Map, we all know the chap
+  Who can trace his proud place without fear,
+Who claims the drum-tap found him first in the gap,
+  Though he skulked forty miles in the rear.
+
+
+
+
+MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE
+GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+O my gallant Captain, whither and away?
+Know'st thou Jersey Pirates smuggle in the bay?
+Won't you take me with you for a little fly?
+If the Pirates catch you, I'll shoot 'em with my eye.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Come, Manhattan Maiden, share the sailor's pains.
+If the Pirates catch me, save me from their chains.
+Meantime mark the sailor mount the topmast high,
+Till his trim tarpaulin almost scrapes the sky,
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay,
+Thus Manhattan Captains sail their lives away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+Who's the girl out yonder reaching up so high,
+With her jack-o'-lantern darkening up the sky?
+Do you think she's pretty? Do you think it pays
+Standing up so bare like, with no polonaise?
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Now, Manhattan Maiden, 'tis the Law Marine
+No form but that of Captain must on this Bay be seen;
+So look at me, my maiden, mark my windward eye,
+Neptune his sweet Venus loves no more than I.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay
+Thus the loving Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+What are those far Highlands, blue as Beauty's eye
+Looking like the islands of an upper sky?
+Take me to their summits that I may explore
+All the caves and creatures I never saw before.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+'Tis a mystic saying: "He who seeks that shore
+Fades and then his fate is never heard of more."
+Such a distant prospect seek not now to spy,
+Let one loving sailor fill your starry eye.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,
+Thus the gallant Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+Where is the Atlantic? I've heard grandfather say
+He sailed on its huge surge from Holland far away,
+O take me to the Ocean where the steamer sails,
+A wonder to the lubbers and terror to the whales.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Lubbers' yarns! My Maiden, trust you what I say,
+There never was an Ocean--nothing but this Bay,
+And if you'll be my bride, the whole world we'll explore,
+In sight of New York Harbor and Staten Island shore.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,
+Thus the married Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+
+
+IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE.
+
+
+Ye Parsons, desirous all sinners to save,
+  And to make each a prig or a prude,
+If two thousand long years have not made us behave,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Husbands, who wish your sweet mates to grow mum,
+  And whose tongues you have never subdued,
+If ten years of your reign have not made them grow dumb,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Matrons of men whose brown meerschaum still mars
+  The sweet kiss with tobacco bedewed,
+After pleading nine years, if they still puff cigars,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Lawyers, who aim to reform all the land,
+  And your statutes forever intrude,
+If five thousand lost years have not worked as you planned,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Lovers, who sigh for the heart of a maid,
+  And for forty-four years have pursued,
+If two scores of young years have not taught you your trade,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Doctors, who claim to cure every ill,
+  And so much of mock learning exude,
+If the _Comma Bacillus_ still laughs at your pill,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Maidens of Fifty who lonely abide,
+  Yet who heartily scout solitude,
+If Jack with his whiskers is not at your side,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Spaniards, akin to the Mexican mule,
+  And who have not fair Cuba subdued,
+After three bloody years of your miscreant rule,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+We commend to your mind Bill McKinley's big toe
+  In a boot that is rugged and rude,
+When that boot and that toe give you notice to go,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Walk Spanish from Cuba, with Miles at your heel,
+  And by Fitz Hugh the Southron pursued,
+Or you'll learn from a thrust of American steel
+  That it's time you began to conclude.
+
+And Sigsbee will soon shoot it all very plain
+  Into Blanco's most murderous brood,
+That the cry from the blood of the Men of the Maine
+  Makes it meet for mere talk to conclude.
+
+
+
+
+MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL.
+
+
+Adieu to France! Land of the Brave, farewell!
+  Sleep sweetly there, thy sons will watch by thee,
+High as thy hills their burning blood will swell,
+  To leave thee as they find thee, fair and free.
+The nations gaze and tremble at thy spell,
+  A vision of eternal Liberty,
+Emerging from a swift and bloody birth,
+The terror, wonder, glory of the earth.
+
+Yet, France, farewell! One son may find his grave
+  Beneath thy soil, and leave thee marching still,
+Napoleon with his millions of the brave,
+  Along the paths of glory, at thy will.
+Soldiers, farewell! And when your banners wave
+  Above my bones beside some nameless hill,
+Stop not the thunder of your glorious tread,
+To mark me sleeping with th' inglorious dead.
+
+And farewell, Foes! Brave hearts and grand of soul;
+  We fought in fierceness, now in peace we part.
+My luckless heart hath ever been the goal
+  Sought by your sabres, but in vain, O Heart!
+Welcome to death amid the drum's far roll,
+  Great souls, where I no more will dare your dart.
+'Tis best to die where war's bluff banners wave,
+Swathed in your guerdon, "Bravest of the brave."
+
+Farewell, the storm-voiced Steed! the hero Horse
+  That snuffs the battle's sulphury breath afar;
+The proudest form, the best compacted force,
+  That hurls the earthquake on the field of war.
+No more I'll ride, on his terrific course,
+  That meteor maddened through the lines ajar,
+While the foe, blanching at the onset, reels
+Before his breath and thunder of his heels.
+
+Farewell, volcanic din, Olympian brattle,
+  The bursting bomb, the thousand-throated cheer
+Tartarean roar, the volleyed rifle rattle,
+  The rocket's lightning line of fire and fear.
+I sought my fate 'mid foes in brilliant battle,
+  Gorging with souls the hungry atmosphere;
+I find my fate from one cold coward's command,
+A dozen bullets, and a friendly hand.
+
+Thus I, once Michael Ney, Marshal of France,
+  And soon a heap of dust, dishonored, sink;--
+I, who have vanned the Empire's fierce advance
+  In triple continents of fame to drink,
+And bore its backward but still levelled lance
+  From Borodino to the icy brink
+Of Beresina; thence defiance hurled
+To the linked thunders of th' embattled world.
+
+No bandage bring. Stark-eyed the hero dies.
+  Do you not know that thus for twenty years
+I've faced both ball and bullet!--for no prize
+  But weal of France, my country? In man's ears,
+Yea and before God's all-beholding eyes,
+  I swear I never wronged her. But Death nears.
+Marshal no more, behold a man expire!
+So now, make ready! Aim! Dear comrades, fire!
+
+
+
+
+THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE.
+
+
+With pensive memories
+  We part the Ocean foam,
+To find 'neath summer skies
+  A country and a home.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris! (_Pa-ree_)
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+Soon, soon, our fading forms
+  Recede into the sea,
+Which, dark with all its storms,
+  Will veil our hearts from thee.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris!
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+In vain, in farther climes,
+  Athwart the sweeping sea,
+We seek, in other times,
+  The heaven we've lost in thee.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris!
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE P'S.
+
+THE PRATIE, THE PIG AND POTEEN.
+
+
+    'Tis daily this baste
+    Will prosade to the fayste,
+The best that Ould Oireland has seen;
+    The P's are but three,
+    But they're plenty for me,--
+The Pratie, the Pig, the Poteen.
+
+    The Pratie, in place,
+    Has an iligant face,
+That my mouth opens wide to let in,
+    But, like Widow Machree,
+    He's so glad to see me,
+That he laughs himself out of his shkin.
+    He's so round and so square,
+    As he laughs at me there,
+That he looks loike my brother, I ween;
+    Then I put him to cool
+    On the top of a shtool,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+    Then I put him to cool
+    On the top of a shtool,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+
+But gourmands, ahoy!
+    The Pig is the Boy!
+Indade he's the girl to my taste;
+    The form is so nate,
+    The lip is so swate,
+That I kape her quite close to my waist.
+    But no cannibal I,
+    When I look in her eye,
+The loikes to my sister is seen;
+    So I piously pause
+    In the work of my jaws,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+    So I piously pause
+    In the work of my jaws,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+
+    Lave the Pratie to cool
+    On the top of the shtool,
+While we master this question of shtate,
+    Shall I ate? Shall I swig?
+    Musht Poteen or the Pig
+Be the first or the last on my plate?
+    Now my grandfather's ghost
+    Appears at this post,
+So solemn, so awful in mien,
+    To assist and debate
+    This question of shtate
+On the subject of Pork and Poteen.
+
+So he called for his mug,
+    And I gave him the jug,
+Which he placed at his delicate mouth,
+    And he drank it all down,
+    Down, down, Derry down,
+He had such a terrible drouth.
+    Then, with jug held on high,
+    And Poteen in his eye,
+He says--this good ghost says to me:
+    "Hist! Hist! Patrick, hist!
+    And hould ye your whist
+While I shpake out this Scripture to thee.
+
+    'Tis Hibernian Law
+    That, for Oireland's ould jaw,
+If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the Pig.
+    'Tis Hibernian Law
+    That, for Oireland's ould jaw,
+If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the Pig."
+
+    So, since that great day,--
+    Or that night I may say,--
+I cook nothing else for to ate;
+    By the hole o' my coat,
+    It bates Houlahan's goat
+In putting Pat off of his fate.
+    So, for Erin go bragh,
+    'Tis both Gospel and Law
+For to ate, or to shpake or to swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
+The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
+
+
+
+
+
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+<h1>SOLDIER SONGS</h1>
+<h1>AND</h1>
+<h1>LOVE SONGS</h1>
+<div><br /></div>
+<h3>BY</h3>
+<div><br /></div>
+<h2>A.H. LAIDLAW</h2>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+<p class="center">PRESS OF<br />
+WILLIAM R. JENKINS<br />
+<br />
+NEW YORK<br />
+</p>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+
+
+
+<p class="center">
+COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY<br />
+A.H. LAIDLAW<br />
+<br />
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]<br />
+</p>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+<div><br /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">
+<b>Dedicated<br />
+<br />
+TO THE<br />
+SOLDIERS AND SAILORS<br />
+OF THE<br />
+UNITED STATES<br />
+<br />
+THE TWO ARMS OF AMERICAN SALVATION</b><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+<div style="margin-left: 35%; margin-right: 25%;">
+<p>
+ <a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#SONGS"><b>SONGS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#CUSTER"><b>CUSTER.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_AMERICAN_GIRL"><b>THE AMERICAN GIRL.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_GOOD_SHIP_OHIOquot"><b>THE GOOD SHIP &quot;OHIO.&quot;</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_AMERICAN_GIRLS"><b>THE AMERICAN GIRLS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_UNION_OATH"><b>THE UNION OATH.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#BETSIE_BROWN"><b>BETSIE BROWN.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#SWORD_OF_JEHOVAH"><b>SWORD OF JEHOVAH.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#BLACK_EYES"><b>BLACK EYES.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_AMERICAN_CA_IRA"><b>THE AMERICAN &Ccedil;A IRA.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#BIRD_OF_THE_SUMMERING_NORTH"><b>BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_WAR_SONG_OF_WILLIAM_THE_CONQUEROR"><b>THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_LIGHT_OF_YOUR_BEAUTIFUL_EYES"><b>THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#BABYLON"><b>BABYLON.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_BRITISH_GYP"><b>THE BRITISH GYP.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#DEATH_SONG_OF_THE_ENFANTS_PERDUS"><b>DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#FARE_THEE_WELL_O_LOVE_OF_WOMAN"><b>FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN!</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#EVER_TO_BE"><b>EVER TO BE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#JOCK_AND_JEAN"><b>JOCK AND JEAN.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_FLAG_OF_BROTHERS"><b>THE FLAG OF BROTHERS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#WITH_A_HO_HO_HO_AND_A_HI_HI_HI"><b>WITH A HO-HO-HO! AND A HI-HI-HI!</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#SEE_THE_FIELD_OF_BATTLE_GLEAMS"><b>SEE THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_DYING_SOLDIER_TO_THE_NIGHTINGALE"><b>THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#BURKE_OF_THE_BRAVE_BRIGADE"><b>BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#TEARS_TEARS"><b>TEARS, TEARS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#SHERRY_IN_THE_SADDLE"><b>SHERRY IN THE SADDLE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#HOME_HOME"><b>HOME! HOME!</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_CUSTER_WAIL"><b>THE CUSTER WAIL.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#WEEP_NOT_FOR_HIM"><b>WEEP NOT FOR HIM.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#TARRY_YE_NOT_IN_EGYPT"><b>TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#GIF_A_LASSIE_SPURN_A_LADDIE"><b>GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_AMERICAN_CONSUMMATION"><b>THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_YOUNG_VETS"><b>THE YOUNG VETS.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#MAIDEN_KNICKERBOCKER_AND_THE"><b>MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK </b></a><br />
+ <a href="#IT_IS_TIME_TO_BEGIN_TO_CONCLUDE"><b>IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#MARSHAL_NEYS_FAREWELL"><b>MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_LILY_LAND_OF_FRANCE"><b>THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE.</b></a><br />
+ <a href="#THE_THREE_PS"><b>THE THREE P'S.</b></a><br />
+ </p></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE" />PREFACE.</h2>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 25%; margin-right: 25%;">
+<p>In issuing this collection of Songs, the author makes the following
+acknowledgments:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The American <i>&Ccedil;a ira</i>&quot; was suggested while reading the French song of
+that name, from which song the phrase <i>&ccedil;a ira</i> alone was appropriated.</p>
+
+<p>In &quot;The Song of William the Conqueror,&quot; his characteristic oath, &quot;By the
+splendor of God!&quot; is used.</p>
+
+<p>In the &quot;Death Song of the Enfants Perdus,&quot; a few remembered lines or
+fragments have been appropriated from an anonymous and almost forgotten
+English ballad.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Burke of the Brave Brigade&quot; was written in memory of the late Dennis F.
+Burke, the last commander of the Irish Brigade in the battle of
+Gettysburg.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Custer Wail&quot; was composed in a dream, in 1877.</p>
+
+<p>In the last two stanzas of &quot;Marshall Ney's Farewell,&quot; his own language
+translated is used in nearly half the lines. The first line of this poem
+is the expression used by Napoleon, on his voyage to St. Helena, when
+sighting the shore of France for the last time.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Lily Land of France&quot; was suggested by the French song, &quot;Partant
+pour la Syrie,&quot; from which nothing was appropriated but the accentual
+movement.</p>
+
+<p>Except in the above mentioned instances, the songs here collected were
+composed without finding a model or a suggestion in any other writer.</p>
+
+<p>The &quot;Soldier Songs&quot; and the &quot;Love Songs&quot; are printed alternately.</p>
+
+<p>
+<br /><br />
+A.H. LAIDLAW.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SONGS" id="SONGS" />SONGS</h2>
+
+
+<div style="margin-left: 25%; margin-right: 25%;">
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CUSTER" id="CUSTER" /><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1" />CUSTER.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Foiled on the field with his dead boys around him,<br /></span>
+<span>All waiting for Earth to recover her own,<br /></span>
+<span>Fortune hath missed him, but Glory hath found him,<br /></span>
+<span>While fighting a thousand fierce foemen alone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Custer's the right wing, the left and the center,<br /></span>
+<span>Himself is his only reserve and supply.<br /></span>
+<span>This is a battle for Spartans to enter,<br /></span>
+<span>Where One makes an army to conquer or die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Straight on his steed doth he meet the grim battle,<br /></span>
+<span>The red line of danger grows deadly and large,<br /></span>
+<span>Loud from the hills rings the rifleman's rattle,<br /></span>
+<span>But Custer is ready, so forward and charge!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Firing with left hand, and fencing with right,<br /></span>
+<span>The reins in his teeth, like a handless young Hun,<br /></span>
+<span>What is his fate in the terrible fight?<br /></span>
+<span>The thousands hath slain him, yet Custer hath won.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>His foemen still seek him in terror and wonder,<br /></span>
+<span>Alive in the tempest that darkens the vale;<br /></span>
+<span>His charge they still fear in the echoing thunder,<br /></span>
+<span>His sword in the lightning, his voice in the gale.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_AMERICAN_GIRL" id="THE_AMERICAN_GIRL" /><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2" />THE AMERICAN GIRL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">The maid for man to love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All other forms above,<br /></span>
+<span>Is she whose home adorns the loam of this fair land of mine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">American in sire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She's born of love and fire,<br /></span>
+<span>And dominates the heart of man as by a right divine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">By rhyming swain pursued,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She meets the puling dude,<br /></span>
+<span>Whose hopes to win are centered in his pale Platonic plan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">American in heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She spurns his petty part,<br /></span>
+<span>Then, speeds him to the army mess to prove himself a man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With tact burned in the bone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She stands herself, alone,<br /></span>
+<span>The peer of peers of ancient years, for highest functions fit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">American in head<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Who woos her, she <i>may</i> wed,<br /></span>
+<span>If he hath grace, and wit, and worth, and sense, and soul and grit.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3" />Alive, alert and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In rounded poise, complete,<br /></span>
+<span>Come any day what will or may, she meets the world at par;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">American in soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She brooks no man's control,<br /></span>
+<span>But brings to <i>one</i> a crystal love as stainless as a star.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Who wins, she weds, retains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She lives, she loves, she reigns<br /></span>
+<span>Through home and hall, and over all the sovereign of the scene;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">American in dower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She knows her native power,<br /></span>
+<span>And holds the heart of him she loves, a Woman and a Queen.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_GOOD_SHIP_OHIOquot" id="THE_GOOD_SHIP_OHIOquot" /><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4" />THE GOOD SHIP &quot;OHIO.&quot;</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Swift o'er the lee when the wind flies free,<br /></span>
+<span>Follows the ship &quot;Ohio,&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>With skies o'ercast she bends to the blast,<br /></span>
+<span>Like a billowy bird she can fly, O,<br /></span>
+<span>And she'll leave all behind in a whispering wind<br /></span>
+<span>As soft as a maiden's sigh, O.<br /></span>
+<span>Or when o'er the Lakes the storm-cloud breaks,<br /></span>
+<span>And the waves scoop their murderous hollow,<br /></span>
+<span>While the weaker ship to its mooring must slip<br /></span>
+<span>And safe in a harbor wallow,<br /></span>
+<span>In the front of the storm she fills her white form,<br /></span>
+<span>And the demons of danger follow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O for the life 'mid the storm and the strife<br /></span>
+<span>Of sailor and storm and billow!<br /></span>
+<span>Far be my bed from the lubberly dead<br /></span>
+<span>That sleep near the wailing willow,<br /></span>
+<span>But give me the grave of the mutinous wave<br /></span>
+<span>With its heaving and whistling pillow.<br /></span>
+<span>Down from the skies look the spectral eyes<br /></span>
+<span>Of our kelpie, sprite and bewailer,<br /></span>
+<span>And gathering in crowds by the shivering shrouds,<br /></span>
+<span>They croon while our cheeks grow paler,<br /></span>
+<span>And they sing as they sweep o'er the clamorous deep:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;We love the hot heart of a sailor!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_AMERICAN_GIRLS" id="THE_AMERICAN_GIRLS" /><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5" />THE AMERICAN GIRLS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Yes! The land we love<br /></span>
+<span>Is a land of pretty girls,<br /></span>
+<span>In grand variety;<br /></span>
+<span>With their many colored eyes<br /></span>
+<span>And their multi-colored curls,<br /></span>
+<span>They'll steal thy heart from thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>If you travel in the North,<br /></span>
+<span>One will gleam in glory forth,<br /></span>
+<span>With her blue eyes, O, so blue!<br /></span>
+<span>And her flash of golden hair<br /></span>
+<span>Will be flirting in the air,<br /></span>
+<span>While entrancing all the soul in you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Oho! My Boy! Oho!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Always for your weal and never for your woe,<br /></span>
+<span>Your little heart will gallop on the go,<br /></span>
+<span>And it will not give you rest<br /></span>
+<span>Within your manly breast,<br /></span>
+<span>Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Oho! My Boy! Oho!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>If you travel in the South,<br /></span>
+<span>You will find a rosy mouth,<br /></span>
+<span>And a black eye, O so black!<br /></span><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6" />
+<span>And some strands of raven hair<br /></span>
+<span>Will purloin your heart just there,<br /></span>
+<span>And you'll never get the poor thing back.<br /></span>
+<span>Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>If you travel in the East,<br /></span>
+<span>Your dear soul will have a feast<br /></span>
+<span>On a sweet eye, O so sweet!<br /></span>
+<span>And a most seductive curl<br /></span>
+<span>Will there give your heart a twirl<br /></span>
+<span>That will fling you at two queenly feet.<br /></span>
+<span>Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>If you travel in the West,<br /></span>
+<span>One shy glance will pierce your breast<br /></span>
+<span>From a bright eye, O so bright!<br /></span>
+<span>And an auburn heaven of hair<br /></span>
+<span>Will so glorify the air,<br /></span>
+<span>You'll surrender all your soul at sight.<br /></span>
+<span>Oho! My Boy! Oho!<br /></span>
+<span>Always for your weal and never for your woe,<br /></span>
+<span>Your little heart will gallop on the go,<br /></span>
+<span>And it will not give you rest<br /></span>
+<span>Within your manly breast,<br /></span>
+<span>Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.<br /></span>
+<span>Oho! My Boy! Oho!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7" />Thus, the land we love<br /></span>
+<span>Is a land of pretty girls,<br /></span>
+<span>In grand variety;<br /></span>
+<span>With their many colored eyes<br /></span>
+<span>And their multi-colored curls,<br /></span>
+<span>They'll steal thy heart from thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_UNION_OATH" id="THE_UNION_OATH" /><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8" />THE UNION OATH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the Revolution's dead,<br /></span>
+<span>By their Blood in battle shed,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Earth that drank their gore,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Heaven in which they soar,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Union Stripe and Star,<br /></span>
+<span>By the God of Righteous War,<br /></span>
+<span>Swear to conquer, or to die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swear to conquer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swear to conquer,<br /></span>
+<span>Swear to conquer <i>now</i>, or die!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the Revolution's dead,<br /></span>
+<span>By their Blood in battle shed,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Earth that drank their gore,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Heaven in which they soar,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Union Stripe and Star,<br /></span>
+<span>By the God of Righteous War,<br /></span>
+<span>We will conquer now, or die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will conquer!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will conquer!<br /></span>
+<span>We will conquer <i>now</i>, or die!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BETSIE_BROWN" id="BETSIE_BROWN" /><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9" />BETSIE BROWN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I have loved you all my days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown,<br /></span>
+<span>And I'll never cease to praise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown;<br /></span>
+<span>Still must I break love's tie,<br /></span>
+<span>To act a patriot part,<br /></span>
+<span>But I'll yield thee, as I die,<br /></span>
+<span>The last throb of my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>For my country let me die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown,<br /></span>
+<span>And never grieve nor cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown,<br /></span>
+<span>But lay me down to sleep<br /></span>
+<span>Where my country's tempests rave,<br /></span>
+<span>Where its mountain moss can creep<br /></span>
+<span>O'er an humble patriot's grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>And should my boy, with thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown,<br /></span>
+<span>By my grave once bend the knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown,<br /></span><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10" />
+<span>Teach him to bleed or die<br /></span>
+<span>For his country or his God,<br /></span>
+<span>Like him whose ashes lie<br /></span>
+<span>Beneath the loving sod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Betsie Brown!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SWORD_OF_JEHOVAH" id="SWORD_OF_JEHOVAH" /><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11" />SWORD OF JEHOVAH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Sword of Jehovah, swing<br /></span>
+<span>O'er the world's ravening,<br /></span>
+<span>Wide on the tempest's wing,<br /></span>
+<span>Swing far! Swing free!<br /></span>
+<span>Where the mailed hand is set,<br /></span>
+<span>Braced to the bayonet,<br /></span>
+<span>Bloody and warm and wet,<br /></span>
+<span>Swing far! Swing free!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Strike where the sordid great<br /></span>
+<span>Revel in royal state,<br /></span>
+<span>Liberty desolate,<br /></span>
+<span>Strike far! Strike free!<br /></span>
+<span>Where the King's coursers champ,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the mailed millions tramp,<br /></span>
+<span>Ringed round the tyrant's camp,<br /></span>
+<span>Strike far! Strike free!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Fall where the Kaiser stands,<br /></span>
+<span>Guarded by gory bands,<br /></span>
+<span>Known by their bloody hands,<br /></span>
+<span>Fall far! Fall free!<br /></span>
+<span>Till the last Despots die,<br /></span>
+<span>Till the Christ, lifted high,<br /></span>
+<span>Consummates Destiny,<br /></span>
+<span>Fall far! Fall free!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BLACK_EYES" id="BLACK_EYES" /><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12" />BLACK EYES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Blue Eye will do if the courting is through<br /></span>
+<span>And the way of the marriage is sunny,<br /></span>
+<span>And it helps in the fun till the sweet life is done<br /></span>
+<span>If the girl brings a mint of good money.<br /></span>
+<span>But when aft or before the good parson's front door,<br /></span>
+<span>With calm or a storm on the track;<br /></span>
+<span>For Love red, red hot, with the ducats or not,<br /></span>
+<span>There is never an eye like the Black.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Hazel is true to you all the way through,<br /></span>
+<span>And it burns with a light warm and steady;<br /></span>
+<span>Only if it is Fred that she has in her head,<br /></span>
+<span>It is burning for no one but Freddie.<br /></span>
+<span>But the Black Eye will veer and stake kingdoms to spear<br /></span>
+<span>Whatever it likes on the track,<br /></span>
+<span>And as a love-lance to its lord in the dance<br /></span>
+<span>There is never an eye like the Black.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Here then is good health and without or with wealth<br /></span>
+<span>To the deep raven eye of my charmer!<br /></span>
+<span>It's a heavenly spell when it loves very well,<br /></span>
+<span>Only when it does not it is warmer.<br /></span>
+<span>And it's little I care, only so I get there,<br /></span>
+<span>Whichever I find on the track,<br /></span>
+<span>For Heaven or Hell in its magical spell<br /></span>
+<span>There is never an eye like the Black.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_AMERICAN_CA_IRA" id="THE_AMERICAN_CA_IRA" /><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13" />THE AMERICAN &Ccedil;A IRA.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a sullen, setting Sun,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With the days of Despots done,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With a sullen, setting Sun,<br /></span>
+<span>With the days of Despots done,<br /></span>
+<span>With the wrath of God begun,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a ruddy, bloody Moon,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With remorseless slaughter soon,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With a ruddy, bloody Moon,<br /></span>
+<span>With remorseless slaughter soon,<br /></span>
+<span>With our Tyrants stripped and strewn,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a meteoric glare,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With Destruction in the air.<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14" />
+<span>With a meteoric glare,<br /></span>
+<span>With Destruction in the air,<br /></span>
+<span>With the vengeance of Despair,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With abasement of the proud,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With the last King's crimson shroud,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With abasement of the proud,<br /></span>
+<span>With the last King's crimson shroud,<br /></span>
+<span>But with Christ within the cloud,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With the merry Morning Stars,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With the end of royal wars,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With the merry Morning Stars,<br /></span>
+<span>With the end of royal wars,<br /></span>
+<span>With the last of scourging Tsars,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Yea! An angel from the fight,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15" />
+<span>With fair Liberty in light,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>Yea! An angel from the fight,<br /></span>
+<span>With fair Liberty in light,<br /></span>
+<span>Linked with Everlasting Right,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the Christ who hears our cries,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>By the Spirit of the Skies,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>By the Christ who hears our cries,<br /></span>
+<span>By the Spirit of the Skies,<br /></span>
+<span>By the God who never lies,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a place for you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>At the feastings of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>With a place for you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>At the feastings of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>With eternal Jubilee,<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+<span>It will come!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BIRD_OF_THE_SUMMERING_NORTH" id="BIRD_OF_THE_SUMMERING_NORTH" /><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16" />BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Bird of the summering North,<br /></span>
+<span>Whither away?<br /></span>
+<span>Fly you so gaily forth<br /></span>
+<span>Simply to stay<br /></span>
+<span>Nested in northern bowers<br /></span>
+<span>Till the late flushing flowers<br /></span>
+<span>Turn in October hours<br /></span>
+<span>Ashen and gray?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Bear, then, this message, Dove,<br /></span>
+<span>When you depart,<br /></span>
+<span>Safe to my northern Love,<br /></span>
+<span>Quick! Like a dart!<br /></span>
+<span>Bill her and coo her this<br /></span>
+<span>Seal of triumphant bliss,<br /></span>
+<span>One young, immortal kiss,<br /></span>
+<span>Hot from my heart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Then, in the autumn time,<br /></span>
+<span>Tailing the pole,<br /></span>
+<span>From my Love's cooling clime<br /></span>
+<span>Make me your goal;<br /></span>
+<span>Flash to this field of Fame,<br /></span>
+<span>Linked with her darling name,<br /></span>
+<span>All her concordant flame,<br /></span>
+<span>Deep from her soul.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_WAR_SONG_OF_WILLIAM_THE_CONQUEROR" id="THE_WAR_SONG_OF_WILLIAM_THE_CONQUEROR" /><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17" />THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><i><b>&quot;By the splendor of God!&quot; was a characteristic oath
+of William the Conqueror.</b></i></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>To fight to the death for Old England's crown,<br /></span>
+<span>To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.<br /></span>
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by a King who dares<br /></span>
+<span>To fight that God and our Right be made<br /></span>
+<span>Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by a King who dares,<br /></span>
+<span>By a King who dares.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>In swoop for fierce flesh, like a bird of prey,<br /></span>
+<span>In scent of the blood of the brave to-day,<br /></span>
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, for the Love of God!<br /></span>
+<span>Since blood is holy and royal wine,<br /></span>
+<span>Advance! Drink health to the Norman line,<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, for the Love of God!<br /></span>
+<span>For the Love of God!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18" />By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>Beware of the shock of the serried rank!<br /></span>
+<span>Beware of the brand of the fiery Frank!<br /></span>
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by the Grace of God,<br /></span>
+<span>We fight till death for Old England's crown,<br /></span>
+<span>Till Harold, or We, with our crowns, go down,<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by the Grace of God!<br /></span>
+<span>By the Grace of God!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>To fight to the death for Old England's crown,<br /></span>
+<span>To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.<br /></span>
+<span>By the splendor of God! We come! We come!<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by a King who dares<br /></span>
+<span>To fight that God and our Right be made<br /></span>
+<span>Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,<br /></span>
+<span>Sword in hand, by a King who dares,<br /></span>
+<span>By a King who dares!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LIGHT_OF_YOUR_BEAUTIFUL_EYES" id="THE_LIGHT_OF_YOUR_BEAUTIFUL_EYES" /><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19" />THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>As I stroll by the stream where you stray,<br /></span>
+<span>A beam is reflected afar,<br /></span>
+<span>Which seems, on the waters, a ray&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>The ray from a luminous star.<br /></span>
+<span>What is it that sweetens my sight,<br /></span>
+<span>That lightens the leaf-burthened skies?<br /></span>
+<span>What is it, my Love, but the light,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>The light of your beautiful eyes?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>As nearer and nearer I roam,<br /></span>
+<span>In the month of the rosy-mouthed June,<br /></span>
+<span>What is it that throws round your home<br /></span>
+<span>The mirage of the mystical moon?<br /></span>
+<span>What is it that softens my sight,<br /></span>
+<span>That mellows the marvellous skies?<br /></span>
+<span>What is it, my Love, but the light,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>The light of your beautiful eyes?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>As I gaze on the girl of my love,<br /></span>
+<span>My ravishing, radiant one,<br /></span>
+<span>There seems to shower light from above,<br /></span>
+<span>And I look for the summer-time sun.<br /></span>
+<span>What is it that dazzles my sight,<br /></span>
+<span>That rivals the roseate skies?<br /></span>
+<span>What is it, my Love, but the light,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>The light of your beautiful eyes?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BABYLON" id="BABYLON" /><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20" />BABYLON.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thou art mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Thou art haughty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Haughty, mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Through thy streets the bats shall fly,<br /></span>
+<span>O'er thy ruins owls shall cry,<br /></span>
+<span>All thy chivalry shall die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Golden-godded<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Idol-curs&egrave;d<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Idol-curs&egrave;d, golden-godded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>All thy gods shall bite the dust,<br /></span>
+<span>All thy golden godlets must<br /></span>
+<span>Sink to rottenness and rust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thou art royal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Thou art ancient,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21" />
+<span>Ancient, royal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Royal laws and ancient lies<br /></span>
+<span>Vanish when the people rise,<br /></span>
+<span>Truth must live, but Falsehood dies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thou art sensual,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Thou art sotted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Sotted, sensual,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>History this tale will tell,<br /></span>
+<span>To the righteous all is well;<br /></span>
+<span>Daniel rose, Belshazzar fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thou art bloody,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Thou art cruel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Cruel, bloody,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Cain's curse on your brow is set,<br /></span>
+<span>Bloodstains God will not forget,<br /></span>
+<span>And His curse pursues you yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22" />Thou art crumbled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Thou art humbled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Humbled, crumbled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+<span>Vengeance leaves no gated wall,<br /></span>
+<span>Vengeance leaves no gilded hall,<br /></span>
+<span>Vengeance blasts and buries all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babylon!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_BRITISH_GYP" id="THE_BRITISH_GYP" /><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23" />THE BRITISH GYP.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>That luscious lip, the British Gyp,<br /></span>
+<span>I leave to rove, a reckless ranger,<br /></span>
+<span>To seek a life, with War for wife,<br /></span>
+<span>Defying Death, despising danger;<br /></span>
+<span>Yet while I speed from field to field,<br /></span>
+<span>Enamored of the stranger's daughter,<br /></span>
+<span>I know the best that earth can yield<br /></span>
+<span>Are nested by the British water.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Her lithe, blithe form outbraves the storm<br /></span>
+<span>That spreads disaster in its shadow,<br /></span>
+<span>And when it clears, her form appears<br /></span>
+<span>A flower upon the greening meadow;<br /></span>
+<span>And if, for fame, you'll have me name<br /></span>
+<span>The land of most bewitching daughters,<br /></span>
+<span>My heart replies, with softening sighs,<br /></span>
+<span>The land begirt by British waters.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Her starry eye lets arrows fly,<br /></span>
+<span>That pierce the ice of arctic reason;<br /></span>
+<span>The kiss that thrills, the glance that kills,<br /></span>
+<span>Make wild the wise and laugh at Treason;<br /></span>
+<span>And when, a soldier on parade,<br /></span>
+<span>Beyond the bourne of British waters,<br /></span>
+<span>My eyes are on the stranger maid,<br /></span>
+<span>My heart is with the English daughters.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DEATH_SONG_OF_THE_ENFANTS_PERDUS" id="DEATH_SONG_OF_THE_ENFANTS_PERDUS" /><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24" />DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>'Tis here we invade the valley,<br /></span>
+<span>Away from the realms of breath,<br /></span>
+<span>And, in most successful sally,<br /></span>
+<span>We enter the gates of death;<br /></span>
+<span>So, stand in the last line steady,<br /></span>
+<span>'Tis here our true glory lies;<br /></span>
+<span>Hurrah for the dead already!<br /></span>
+<span>Three cheers for the next who dies!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Though here, the wet eyes of woman<br /></span>
+<span>Will fill with the falling tear,<br /></span>
+<span>Yet, facing old Death, our foeman,<br /></span>
+<span>We shout our reviving cheer.<br /></span>
+<span>Though high beat the hearts we cherish,<br /></span>
+<span>The dead we most highly prize:<br /></span>
+<span>Hurrah for the first to perish!<br /></span>
+<span>Three cheers for the next who dies!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>The earth we now leave behind us,<br /></span>
+<span>The heavens now beckon before,<br /></span>
+<span>Though dust of the dead may blind us,<br /></span>
+<span>We march for the shining shore;<br /></span>
+<span>No more can our Hope deceive us,<br /></span>
+<span>Our heart to it now replies,<br /></span>
+<span>Hurrah for the first to leave us!<br /></span>
+<span>Three cheers for the next who dies!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FARE_THEE_WELL_O_LOVE_OF_WOMAN" id="FARE_THEE_WELL_O_LOVE_OF_WOMAN" /><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25" />FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN!</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!<br /></span>
+<span>Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!<br /></span>
+<span>Thy soft heart, divinely human,<br /></span>
+<span>Holds me by a magic spell.<br /></span>
+<span>All that grieves me now to perish<br /></span>
+<span>Is the loss of one bright eye,<br /></span>
+<span>And I still the vision cherish<br /></span>
+<span>While I lay me down to die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>At my headstone, kindly kneeling,<br /></span>
+<span>May I beg a votive tear?<br /></span>
+<span>Woman, with her pure appealing,<br /></span>
+<span>Is my angel at the bier.<br /></span>
+<span>Let me have but one such linger,<br /></span>
+<span>Praying Christ to help and save,<br /></span>
+<span>Let me have but one dear finger<br /></span>
+<span>Place a chaplet on my grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Though the soldier dies in dying,<br /></span>
+<span>The true lover never dies;<br /></span>
+<span>Upward, from his embers flying,<br /></span>
+<span>He transfigures in the skies.<br /></span>
+<span>Heaven is rare, but Love is rarer,<br /></span>
+<span>Whether it be blest or crost;<br /></span>
+<span>Heaven blooms fair, but Love blooms fairer,<br /></span>
+<span>But, O God, at what a cost!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26" />Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!<br /></span>
+<span>Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!<br /></span>
+<span>Thy soft heart, divinely human,<br /></span>
+<span>Holds me by a magic spell.<br /></span>
+<span>All that grieves me now to perish<br /></span>
+<span>Is the loss of one bright eye,<br /></span>
+<span>And I still the vision cherish<br /></span>
+<span>While I lay me down to die.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EVER_TO_BE" id="EVER_TO_BE" /><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27" />EVER TO BE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Ever to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Land of the free,<br /></span>
+<span>Hold up your banner of light to the eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">High! High!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let its folds fly,<br /></span>
+<span>Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Ever to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Flag of the free,<br /></span>
+<span>Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wave! Wave!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Mighty to save,<br /></span>
+<span>Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Ever to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Light of the free,<br /></span>
+<span>Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shine! Shine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Liberty's sign,<br /></span>
+<span>Lighting the human to find the Divine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOCK_AND_JEAN" id="JOCK_AND_JEAN" /><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28" />JOCK AND JEAN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>JOCK.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span>
+<span>Where the Sacramento flows,<br /></span>
+<span>'Twixt the peaks of sifted snows,<br /></span>
+<span>Past the fadeless Southron rose,<br /></span>
+<span>Sweeter than the heather-blows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lassie, lassie?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JEAN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Whether rivers fail or flow,<br /></span>
+<span>Whether roses blanch or blow,<br /></span>
+<span>Where thou goest, I will go,<br /></span>
+<span>As your loving Jean, my Jo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Laddie, laddie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JOCK.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29" />
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span>
+<span>Where the mountains, crowned with pine,<br /></span>
+<span>Dipping to the western brine,<br /></span>
+<span>Shade, with everlasting vine,<br /></span>
+<span>Golden grape and countless kine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lassie, lassie?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JEAN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Whether mountains dip or bear<br /></span>
+<span>Heavenward through our future air,<br /></span>
+<span>Princely feast or peasant fare,<br /></span>
+<span>What thou darest, I will dare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Laddie, laddie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JOCK.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, lassie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will you, will you?<br /></span>
+<span>Where the lambies, on the braes,<br /></span>
+<span>Gambol in the golden haze,<br /></span>
+<span>And the solar disc delays<br /></span>
+<span>Heaven throughout the happy days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lassie, lassie?<br /></span><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30" />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JEAN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, laddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Wheresoe'er thy feet delay,<br /></span>
+<span>Drenched in rain or golden spray,<br /></span>
+<span>To the end of life's long day,<br /></span>
+<span>I will love thee as I say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Laddie, laddie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>JOCK AND JEAN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the deep wi' thee, dearie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>Sail the sounding sea, dearie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Will I, will I,<br /></span>
+<span>'Neath the starred or starless sky,<br /></span>
+<span>Heaven is where the heart beats high,<br /></span>
+<span>With a love that cannot die;<br /></span>
+<span>So we wander, you and I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Dearie, dearie!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_FLAG_OF_BROTHERS" id="THE_FLAG_OF_BROTHERS" /><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31" />THE FLAG OF BROTHERS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>There is blood upon <i>our</i> Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>And, like the blood of Abel, it crieth from the sod,<br /></span>
+<span>And it crieth unto God throughout the Morning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>There's a blot upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>There's a blot upon <i>our</i> Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>And, like the soul of Samuel, it riseth from the clod,<br /></span>
+<span>And it crieth unto God throughout the Nooning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>There's a curse upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>There's a curse upon <i>our</i> Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>And, like the curse of Cain, it scars our brows with pain,<br /></span>
+<span>And it sears a Brother's brain throughout the E'ening.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>May the Lord now bleach this Banner, the Banner of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>And keep that Banner floating as a pledge 'twixt you and me,<br /></span><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32" />
+<span>And, like the eyes of Noah, as the Flood of Blood flies from us,<br /></span>
+<span>May we see the Bow of Promise in the Morning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Our Banner, then, unsullied, this Banner of the Free,<br /></span>
+<span>Will be a Brother's Banner, held up by you and me,<br /></span>
+<span>And, like a Christian people, as example unto others,<br /></span>
+<span>We will wave the Flag of Brothers on that Morning.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WITH_A_HO_HO_HO_AND_A_HI_HI_HI" id="WITH_A_HO_HO_HO_AND_A_HI_HI_HI" /><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33" />WITH A HO-HO-HO! AND A HI-HI-HI!</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!<br /></span>
+<span>With a canzonet and tabor,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!<br /></span>
+<span>We amble, ramble, gambol, I<br /></span>
+<span>And my lily-fingered neighbor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a ha-ha-ha! and a he-he-he!<br /></span>
+<span>With a joyous laugh and caper,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus, with ha-ha-ha! and our he-he-he!<br /></span>
+<span>In sunlight, moonlight, starlight, we<br /></span>
+<span>Both consume our life's bright taper.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a hi-hi-hi! and a ho-ho-ho!<br /></span>
+<span>With a prancing, dancing gaiter,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus, with hi-hi-hi! and our ho-ho-ho!<br /></span>
+<span>We ringing, singing, swinging, go,<br /></span>
+<span>Through the glees of our Creator.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>With a he-he-he! and a ha-ha-ha!<br /></span>
+<span>Through all spells of wind or weather,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus, with he-he-he! and our ha-ha-ha!<br /></span>
+<span>Till frailing, ailing, failing, ah!<br /></span>
+<span>We will die and lie together.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!<br /></span>
+<span>With a canzonet and tabor,<br /></span>
+<span>Yea, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!<br /></span>
+<span>We amble, ramble, gambol, I<br /></span>
+<span>And my lily-fingered neighbor.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SEE_THE_FIELD_OF_BATTLE_GLEAMS" id="SEE_THE_FIELD_OF_BATTLE_GLEAMS" /><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34" />SEE THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>See, the field of battle gleams<br /></span>
+<span>Yonward past the tented streams,<br /></span>
+<span>There the foe is camping;<br /></span>
+<span>By the thirst-assuaging rill,<br /></span>
+<span>From the copse behind the hill<br /></span>
+<span>Hear his war-steeds champing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Northern Knights and Southern Sons,<br /></span>
+<span>Onward to the gleaming guns!<br /></span>
+<span>Now's the hour of battle!<br /></span>
+<span>Though his files be ten to one,<br /></span>
+<span>Seek the foe from sun to sun,<br /></span>
+<span>Where his muskets rattle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O'er the walls with slaughter wet,<br /></span>
+<span>O'er the ball-scarred parapet,<br /></span>
+<span>Daring man and missile,<br /></span>
+<span>Charge to meet his best or worst,<br /></span>
+<span>Where his shrieking bombshells burst<br /></span>
+<span>And his bullets whistle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Roll in waves of living blue,<br /></span>
+<span>Pierce the columned centre through,<br /></span>
+<span>Fill the world with wonder;<br /></span>
+<span>Rush, as with a lion's will,<br /></span>
+<span>Where his lightnings flash to kill<br /></span>
+<span>And his cannon thunder.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35" />Meet him with a tiger's spring,<br /></span>
+<span>Quicker than an eagle's wing,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the bayonet piercest.<br /></span>
+<span>When you feel the foeman's breath,<br /></span>
+<span>Soldier, strike for life or death,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the fight is fiercest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Than a coward, proved and known,<br /></span>
+<span>Better be to atoms blown,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the doomed are dying.<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome death in wildest way,<br /></span>
+<span>But to mingle with that clay<br /></span>
+<span>Where the brave are lying.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thus will Honor be our meed<br /></span>
+<span>For some doubly daring deed<br /></span>
+<span>When we end our story.<br /></span>
+<span>Then in graves with roses blown,<br /></span>
+<span>By the hands of patriots strown,<br /></span>
+<span>We will sleep in glory.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_DYING_SOLDIER_TO_THE_NIGHTINGALE" id="THE_DYING_SOLDIER_TO_THE_NIGHTINGALE" /><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36" />THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I plead with tears to thee,<br /></span>
+<span>Sweet warbler of the shade,<br /></span>
+<span>Breathe not such strains to me,<br /></span>
+<span>The sweetest ever made.<br /></span>
+<span>Who bade thee slight my woes?<br /></span>
+<span>Who taught to pierce my heart?<br /></span>
+<span>Leave me to death's repose,<br /></span>
+<span>Depart, sweet bird, depart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Still come, with every strain,<br /></span>
+<span>Warm dreams of woeless days;<br /></span>
+<span>Still beam, on life's past plain,<br /></span>
+<span>Love's long lost golden rays,<br /></span>
+<span>That gleam on forms gone by,<br /></span>
+<span>On friends I called my own,<br /></span>
+<span>Who calmly rest, while I,<br /></span>
+<span>Wild wandering, weep alone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>But if thou still must sing,<br /></span>
+<span>Sing of my endless woes,<br /></span>
+<span>Of Life, a poisoned spring,<br /></span>
+<span>Of Love, a scattered rose;<br /></span>
+<span>Wail-warble those who weep,<br /></span>
+<span>Wild-warble but the brave;<br /></span>
+<span>To the wearied, sing of sleep,<br /></span>
+<span>And sing, to me, the grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BURKE_OF_THE_BRAVE_BRIGADE" id="BURKE_OF_THE_BRAVE_BRIGADE" /><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37" />BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><i><b>Inscribed to Dennis F. Burke, last Commander of the
+Irish Brigade, at Gettysburg.</b></i></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Why come ye to this mountain, lads,<br /></span>
+<span>In panoply of war?<br /></span>
+<span>Why leave ye the hills of your native heath,<br /></span>
+<span>To seek these heights afar?&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;We have come to unchain the slave,<br /></span>
+<span>And not for a dress parade;<br /></span>
+<span>We have come to save man's flesh from the lash,&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;We have heard his low cry afar,<br /></span>
+<span>We have felt the self-same chain,<br /></span>
+<span>And we've come, my friends, through peace or war,<br /></span>
+<span>To make the land of the Union Star<br /></span>
+<span>The land without a stain.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Go home to your native soil,<br /></span>
+<span>Ye sons of the Celtic brave;<br /></span>
+<span>You will have to fight till the last man falls<br /></span>
+<span>To free the Southern slave.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38" />BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;We have come to this fight to-day<br /></span>
+<span>With no maiden, bloodless blade;<br /></span>
+<span>We have come to fight till the last man falls,&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;We have felt of an iron heel,<br /></span>
+<span>We have known a tyrant's hand,<br /></span>
+<span>We have come to fight till the Rebels reel<br /></span>
+<span>From the shotted shell of our cannon peal,<br /></span>
+<span>And the hero-handled brand.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Then come to the battle charge!<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome the Celtic yell!<br /></span>
+<span>'Twixt you and the South, at the cannon's mouth,<br /></span>
+<span>'Tis Gettysburg or Hell!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Then 'tis Gettysburg Heights or Hell!<br /></span>
+<span>We are here till the game is played;<br /></span>
+<span>And a Hell he will feel who dares our steel,&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.<br /></span>
+<span>So they fought, and the story runs<br /></span>
+<span>(All thanks to the Heavenly Powers),<br /></span>
+<span>That the field was won by the Celtic sons;<br /></span>
+<span>For Hell flashed Leeward from out their guns,<br /></span>
+<span>And Gettysburg is ours!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TEARS_TEARS" id="TEARS_TEARS" /><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39" />TEARS, TEARS.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Tears, tears,<br /></span>
+<span>With wifely fears<br /></span>
+<span>Immixed&mdash;I held my breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My boy!<br /></span>
+<span>As down the street<br /></span>
+<span>The drums did beat<br /></span>
+<span>That led you to your death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My boy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Oh! Oh!<br /></span>
+<span>Where'er I go,<br /></span>
+<span>And soldier boys I see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My jo!<br /></span>
+<span>I wis', I wis',<br /></span>
+<span>For him whose kiss<br /></span>
+<span>Was blessedness to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">My jo!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Still, still,<br /></span>
+<span>By wish and will,<br /></span>
+<span>The land you saved, I love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My boy!<br /></span>
+<span>Beneath a stone,<br /></span>
+<span>It holds your bone,<br /></span>
+<span>I'll clasp your soul above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My boy!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SHERRY_IN_THE_SADDLE" id="SHERRY_IN_THE_SADDLE" /><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40" />SHERRY IN THE SADDLE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Sherry's not in saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's not in saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Boys in blue skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Boys in blue skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's not in saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's not in saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>The Southron gray<br /></span>
+<span>Is King to-day,<br /></span>
+<span>For Sherry's not in saddle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Sherry's in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Boys in gray skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Boys in gray skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry's in the saddle,<br /></span><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41" />
+<span>The Southron gray<br /></span>
+<span>Bites grass to-day,<br /></span>
+<span>For Sherry's in the saddle,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Sherry in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Union foes skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Union foes skedaddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!<br /></span>
+<span>Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>Sherry in the saddle,<br /></span>
+<span>By night or day,<br /></span>
+<span>'Twixt Blue and Gray,<br /></span>
+<span>There's hell to pay,<br /></span>
+<span>When Sherry's in the saddle.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HOME_HOME" id="HOME_HOME" /><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42" />HOME! HOME!</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+<span>Man may roam<br /></span>
+<span>While the blood of life is brimming,<br /></span>
+<span>While the head's with glory swimming;<br /></span>
+<span>But, when Love and Life are over,<br /></span>
+<span>Bring him to the village clover,<br /></span>
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+<span>Bring him home,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him,<br /></span>
+<span>Where remorse no more shall rive him,<br /></span>
+<span>Where the ever weeping willow<br /></span>
+<span>Moults to make its leaves his pillow,<br /></span>
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+<span>He is home,<br /></span>
+<span>Where his song was ever sounding,<br /></span>
+<span>Where his blood was ever bounding,<br /></span>
+<span>Here, at last, he leaves his madness,<br /></span>
+<span>All his love and all his sadness,<br /></span>
+<span>Home! Home!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_CUSTER_WAIL" id="THE_CUSTER_WAIL" /><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43" />THE CUSTER WAIL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the bold and brave<br /></span>
+<span>Blend in one bloody grave;<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! With no coward clay<br /></span>
+<span>Weltering in gore that day.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! With his boys in blue,<br /></span>
+<span>Baptized in bloody dew.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where his enemy<br /></span>
+<span>Fled from his fearless eye.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Like a meteor,<br /></span>
+<span>Flashed o'er the field of war.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! With immortal pride,<br /></span>
+<span>Glorious and glorified.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the captives sing<br /></span>
+<span>Saved by his rifle's ring.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the painted brave<br /></span>
+<span>Bled by his gory glaive.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the feathered game<br /></span>
+<span>Fell at his deadly aim.<br /></span><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44" />
+<span>Dead! Where the buffalo<br /></span>
+<span>Found him a gallant foe.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the prairie steed<br /></span>
+<span>Vainly exerts his speed.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the antlered stag<br /></span>
+<span>Dies on the dizzy crag.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the valleys sink<br /></span>
+<span>Low to the river's brink.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the mountains spring<br /></span>
+<span>Higher than eagle's wing.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the solar glows<br /></span>
+<span>Eastward and upward rose.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the evening's gold<br /></span>
+<span>Westward and downward rolled.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the streamy vales<br /></span>
+<span>Murmur their tender tales.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the ocean's roll<br /></span>
+<span>Sobs for the passing soul.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the thicket's throats<br /></span>
+<span>Mingle their million notes.<br /></span><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45" />
+<span>Dead! Where the forests dim<br /></span>
+<span>Tone their lone requiem.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where the eagle's scream<br /></span>
+<span>Shortens the hunter's dream.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where the nightingale<br /></span>
+<span>Trills out her lonely tale.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where no maiden fair<br /></span>
+<span>Weaves with his waving hair.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Where no darling sips<br /></span>
+<span>Life from his loving lips.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Where no woman's breast,<br /></span>
+<span>Robbed of her love and rest,<br /></span>
+<span>Flower with a fading leaf,<br /></span>
+<span>Sinks in her silent grief.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dead! Nevermore to be.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Nevermore to be.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Evermore to me.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Evermore to me.<br /></span>
+<span>Dead! Dead! Ah!&mdash;Dead to ME!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WEEP_NOT_FOR_HIM" id="WEEP_NOT_FOR_HIM" /><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46" />WEEP NOT FOR HIM.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Weep not for him who, in the battle dying,<br /></span>
+<span>Lives in the lays of those he sought to save;<br /></span>
+<span>Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying,<br /></span>
+<span>Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;<br /></span>
+<span>Weep not for him for whom the night wind, sighing,<br /></span>
+<span>Spreads o'er his bier the banner of the brave;<br /></span>
+<span>But, o'er the ashes of the dead hussar,<br /></span>
+<span>Shout to the thunder and the trump of war.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Go weep for her who, by her Love's side sighing,<br /></span>
+<span>Gives to the grave the form she loved so well;<br /></span>
+<span>And weep for her who meets no soft replying<br /></span>
+<span>To the sweet story she would die to tell;<br /></span>
+<span>Aye, weep for her whose Love, to Lethe flying,<br /></span>
+<span>Left on her lip no mark of his farewell;<br /></span>
+<span>Oh, weep for her whose star of life is dim;<br /></span>
+<span>Weep, weep for her; but weep no more for him.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TARRY_YE_NOT_IN_EGYPT" id="TARRY_YE_NOT_IN_EGYPT" /><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47" />TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,<br /></span>
+<span>And he'll smite them and smite them again and again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,<br /></span>
+<span>He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,<br /></span>
+<span>And he'll smite them and smite them again and again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So tarry no longer in Egypt.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>And all the first-born in the land shall die,<br /></span>
+<span>The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span>And all the first-born in the land shall die;<br /></span>
+<span>The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So tarry no longer in Egypt!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48" />
+<span>So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting<br /></span>
+<span>Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,<br /></span>
+<span>So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting<br /></span>
+<span>Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So tarry no longer in Egypt!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>There is blood on the river and blood on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,<br /></span>
+<span>And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry ye not in Egypt!<br /></span>
+<span>There is blood on the river and blood on the door,<br /></span>
+<span>The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,<br /></span>
+<span>And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So tarry no longer in Egypt!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GIF_A_LASSIE_SPURN_A_LADDIE" id="GIF_A_LASSIE_SPURN_A_LADDIE" /><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49" />GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Gif a lassie spurn a laddie<br /></span>
+<span>Wi' her needless Nays,<br /></span>
+<span>Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie<br /></span>
+<span>Wi' their loving ways;<br /></span>
+<span>So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly<br /></span>
+<span>As a winter day,<br /></span>
+<span>Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly<br /></span>
+<span>Wi' the breath of May.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Prudery still affects the valley,<br /></span>
+<span>Shady and alane,<br /></span>
+<span>Meeting souls that loveward sally,<br /></span>
+<span>Icy as a stane.<br /></span>
+<span>On the mountain true Love singeth,<br /></span>
+<span>Liberty is there;<br /></span>
+<span>Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,<br /></span>
+<span>From her waving hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>On the peaks abide the pleasures,<br /></span>
+<span>Young and sweet and free,<br /></span>
+<span>Yoked with Youth's immortal treasures,<br /></span>
+<span>Love and Liberty;<br /></span>
+<span>So, the hilltops seek while soaring,<br /></span>
+<span>Eaglet of Love's sky;<br /></span>
+<span>Light adorned and Light adoring,<br /></span>
+<span>Bask, and burn and die.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_AMERICAN_CONSUMMATION" id="THE_AMERICAN_CONSUMMATION" /><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50" />THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The day of War is over<br /></span>
+<span>When, to please a Prince alone,<br /></span>
+<span>A thousand slaughtered wretches<br /></span>
+<span>Were to the eagles thrown.<br /></span>
+<span>There is gloom upon its glory,<br /></span>
+<span>There is rust upon its sword,<br /></span>
+<span>For the day of Peace is dawning<br /></span>
+<span>In the coming of the Lord.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Arise in Christian manhood<br /></span>
+<span>And join the joyous throng,<br /></span>
+<span>With Jesus in your music<br /></span>
+<span>And His mercy in your song;<br /></span>
+<span>For His blood hath been the ransom<br /></span>
+<span>For the World, for you, for me,<br /></span>
+<span>And His love o'erflows the mountains<br /></span>
+<span>In an everlasting sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>For the Christ who rose in glory<br /></span>
+<span>Shall return to earth the same,<br /></span>
+<span>And the warring hosts shall vanish<br /></span>
+<span>At the voicing of His name;<br /></span>
+<span>And the stars shall flash new splendors<br /></span>
+<span>At the fulness of His grace,<br /></span>
+<span>For the Heavens reflect His glory,<br /></span>
+<span>And the Earth shall show His face.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51" />Then, with Mercy in the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span>And forgiveness in the strong,<br /></span>
+<span>The meek shall be our judges,<br /></span>
+<span>And the Right shall rule the Wrong;<br /></span>
+<span>And, with one acclaim, all peoples<br /></span>
+<span>Will the Love of Jesus praise,<br /></span>
+<span>And their Glory Hallelujahs<br /></span>
+<span>Shall fill the happy days.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_VETS" id="THE_YOUNG_VETS" /><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52" />THE YOUNG VETS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>We all know the face of the chap who can tell<br /></span>
+<span>How he led the victorious van,<br /></span>
+<span>Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell<br /></span>
+<span>Or fled from this murderous man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>We all know the pate of the chap who was late,<br /></span>
+<span>Too late for a wound or a scar,<br /></span>
+<span>A year or two late for a soldierly fate,<br /></span>
+<span>And twenty too late for the war.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>We all know the voice of Goliah the Great,<br /></span>
+<span>Who never smelt powder, you know,<br /></span>
+<span>Who came to the field of battle too late<br /></span>
+<span>To give little David a show.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>We all know the tale of the chap who delights<br /></span>
+<span>To tell all the girls he can find<br /></span>
+<span>Of the terrible sights, of the feuds and the fights,<br /></span>
+<span>That he fought in the depths of his mind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>On a Century Map, we all know the chap<br /></span>
+<span>Who can trace his proud place without fear,<br /></span>
+<span>Who claims the drum-tap found him first in the gap,<br /></span>
+<span>Though he skulked forty miles in the rear.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MAIDEN_KNICKERBOCKER_AND_THE" id="MAIDEN_KNICKERBOCKER_AND_THE" /><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53" />MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE
+GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>MAIDEN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>O my gallant Captain, whither and away?<br /></span>
+<span>Know'st thou Jersey Pirates smuggle in the bay?<br /></span>
+<span>Won't you take me with you for a little fly?<br /></span>
+<span>If the Pirates catch you, I'll shoot 'em with my eye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>CAPTAIN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Come, Manhattan Maiden, share the sailor's pains.<br /></span>
+<span>If the Pirates catch me, save me from their chains.<br /></span>
+<span>Meantime mark the sailor mount the topmast high,<br /></span>
+<span>Till his trim tarpaulin almost scrapes the sky,<br /></span>
+<span>Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus Manhattan Captains sail their lives away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>MAIDEN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Who's the girl out yonder reaching up so high,<br /></span>
+<span>With her jack-o'-lantern darkening up the sky?<br /></span>
+<span>Do you think she's pretty? Do you think it pays<br /></span>
+<span>Standing up so bare like, with no polonaise?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>CAPTAIN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Now, Manhattan Maiden, 'tis the Law Marine<br /></span>
+<span>No form but that of Captain must on this Bay be seen;<br /></span>
+<span>So look at me, my maiden, mark my windward eye,<br /></span>
+<span>Neptune his sweet Venus loves no more than I.<br /></span><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54" />
+<span>Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay<br /></span>
+<span>Thus the loving Captain sails his life away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>MAIDEN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>What are those far Highlands, blue as Beauty's eye<br /></span>
+<span>Looking like the islands of an upper sky?<br /></span>
+<span>Take me to their summits that I may explore<br /></span>
+<span>All the caves and creatures I never saw before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>CAPTAIN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>'Tis a mystic saying: &quot;He who seeks that shore<br /></span>
+<span>Fades and then his fate is never heard of more.&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>Such a distant prospect seek not now to spy,<br /></span>
+<span>Let one loving sailor fill your starry eye.<br /></span>
+<span>Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus the gallant Captain sails his life away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>MAIDEN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Where is the Atlantic? I've heard grandfather say<br /></span>
+<span>He sailed on its huge surge from Holland far away,<br /></span>
+<span>O take me to the Ocean where the steamer sails,<br /></span>
+<span>A wonder to the lubbers and terror to the whales.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span>CAPTAIN.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Lubbers' yarns! My Maiden, trust you what I say,<br /></span>
+<span>There never was an Ocean&mdash;nothing but this Bay,<br /></span>
+<span>And if you'll be my bride, the whole world we'll explore,<br /></span>
+<span>In sight of New York Harbor and Staten Island shore.<br /></span>
+<span>Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,<br /></span>
+<span>Thus the married Captain sails his life away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="IT_IS_TIME_TO_BEGIN_TO_CONCLUDE" id="IT_IS_TIME_TO_BEGIN_TO_CONCLUDE" /><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55" />IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Parsons, desirous all sinners to save,<br /></span>
+<span>And to make each a prig or a prude,<br /></span>
+<span>If two thousand long years have not made us behave,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time you began to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Husbands, who wish your sweet mates to grow mum,<br /></span>
+<span>And whose tongues you have never subdued,<br /></span>
+<span>If ten years of your reign have not made them grow dumb,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time to begin to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Matrons of men whose brown meerschaum still mars<br /></span>
+<span>The sweet kiss with tobacco bedewed,<br /></span>
+<span>After pleading nine years, if they still puff cigars,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time you began to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Lawyers, who aim to reform all the land,<br /></span>
+<span>And your statutes forever intrude,<br /></span>
+<span>If five thousand lost years have not worked as you planned,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time to begin to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Lovers, who sigh for the heart of a maid,<br /></span>
+<span>And for forty-four years have pursued,<br /></span>
+<span>If two scores of young years have not taught you your trade,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time you began to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56" />Ye Doctors, who claim to cure every ill,<br /></span>
+<span>And so much of mock learning exude,<br /></span>
+<span>If the <i>Comma Bacillus</i> still laughs at your pill,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time to begin to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Maidens of Fifty who lonely abide,<br /></span>
+<span>Yet who heartily scout solitude,<br /></span>
+<span>If Jack with his whiskers is not at your side,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time to begin to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ye Spaniards, akin to the Mexican mule,<br /></span>
+<span>And who have not fair Cuba subdued,<br /></span>
+<span>After three bloody years of your miscreant rule,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time you began to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>We commend to your mind Bill McKinley's big toe<br /></span>
+<span>In a boot that is rugged and rude,<br /></span>
+<span>When that boot and that toe give you notice to go,<br /></span>
+<span>It is time to begin to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Walk Spanish from Cuba, with Miles at your heel,<br /></span>
+<span>And by Fitz Hugh the Southron pursued,<br /></span>
+<span>Or you'll learn from a thrust of American steel<br /></span>
+<span>That it's time you began to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>And Sigsbee will soon shoot it all very plain<br /></span>
+<span>Into Blanco's most murderous brood,<br /></span>
+<span>That the cry from the blood of the Men of the Maine<br /></span>
+<span>Makes it meet for mere talk to conclude.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MARSHAL_NEYS_FAREWELL" id="MARSHAL_NEYS_FAREWELL" /><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57" />MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Adieu to France! Land of the Brave, farewell!<br /></span>
+<span>Sleep sweetly there, thy sons will watch by thee,<br /></span>
+<span>High as thy hills their burning blood will swell,<br /></span>
+<span>To leave thee as they find thee, fair and free.<br /></span>
+<span>The nations gaze and tremble at thy spell,<br /></span>
+<span>A vision of eternal Liberty,<br /></span>
+<span>Emerging from a swift and bloody birth,<br /></span>
+<span>The terror, wonder, glory of the earth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Yet, France, farewell! One son may find his grave<br /></span>
+<span>Beneath thy soil, and leave thee marching still,<br /></span>
+<span>Napoleon with his millions of the brave,<br /></span>
+<span>Along the paths of glory, at thy will.<br /></span>
+<span>Soldiers, farewell! And when your banners wave<br /></span>
+<span>Above my bones beside some nameless hill,<br /></span>
+<span>Stop not the thunder of your glorious tread,<br /></span>
+<span>To mark me sleeping with th' inglorious dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>And farewell, Foes! Brave hearts and grand of soul;<br /></span>
+<span>We fought in fierceness, now in peace we part.<br /></span>
+<span>My luckless heart hath ever been the goal<br /></span>
+<span>Sought by your sabres, but in vain, O Heart!<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome to death amid the drum's far roll,<br /></span>
+<span>Great souls, where I no more will dare your dart.<br /></span>
+<span>'Tis best to die where war's bluff banners wave,<br /></span>
+<span>Swathed in your guerdon, &quot;Bravest of the brave.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58" />Farewell, the storm-voiced Steed! the hero Horse<br /></span>
+<span>That snuffs the battle's sulphury breath afar;<br /></span>
+<span>The proudest form, the best compacted force,<br /></span>
+<span>That hurls the earthquake on the field of war.<br /></span>
+<span>No more I'll ride, on his terrific course,<br /></span>
+<span>That meteor maddened through the lines ajar,<br /></span>
+<span>While the foe, blanching at the onset, reels<br /></span>
+<span>Before his breath and thunder of his heels.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Farewell, volcanic din, Olympian brattle,<br /></span>
+<span>The bursting bomb, the thousand-throated cheer<br /></span>
+<span>Tartarean roar, the volleyed rifle rattle,<br /></span>
+<span>The rocket's lightning line of fire and fear.<br /></span>
+<span>I sought my fate 'mid foes in brilliant battle,<br /></span>
+<span>Gorging with souls the hungry atmosphere;<br /></span>
+<span>I find my fate from one cold coward's command,<br /></span>
+<span>A dozen bullets, and a friendly hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thus I, once Michael Ney, Marshal of France,<br /></span>
+<span>And soon a heap of dust, dishonored, sink;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>I, who have vanned the Empire's fierce advance<br /></span>
+<span>In triple continents of fame to drink,<br /></span>
+<span>And bore its backward but still levelled lance<br /></span>
+<span>From Borodino to the icy brink<br /></span>
+<span>Of Beresina; thence defiance hurled<br /></span>
+<span>To the linked thunders of th' embattled world.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>No bandage bring. Stark-eyed the hero dies.<br /></span>
+<span>Do you not know that thus for twenty years<br /></span><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59" />
+<span>I've faced both ball and bullet!&mdash;for no prize<br /></span>
+<span>But weal of France, my country? In man's ears,<br /></span>
+<span>Yea and before God's all-beholding eyes,<br /></span>
+<span>I swear I never wronged her. But Death nears.<br /></span>
+<span>Marshal no more, behold a man expire!<br /></span>
+<span>So now, make ready! Aim! Dear comrades, fire!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LILY_LAND_OF_FRANCE" id="THE_LILY_LAND_OF_FRANCE" /><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60" />THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>With pensive memories<br /></span>
+<span>We part the Ocean foam,<br /></span>
+<span>To find 'neath summer skies<br /></span>
+<span>A country and a home.<br /></span>
+<span>O lily land of France,<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell! Farewell, Paris! (<i>Pa-ree</i>)<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell to Life's romance!<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome the sounding sea!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Soon, soon, our fading forms<br /></span>
+<span>Recede into the sea,<br /></span>
+<span>Which, dark with all its storms,<br /></span>
+<span>Will veil our hearts from thee.<br /></span>
+<span>O lily land of France,<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell! Farewell, Paris!<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell to Life's romance!<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome the sounding sea!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>In vain, in farther climes,<br /></span>
+<span>Athwart the sweeping sea,<br /></span>
+<span>We seek, in other times,<br /></span>
+<span>The heaven we've lost in thee.<br /></span>
+<span>O lily land of France,<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell! Farewell, Paris!<br /></span>
+<span>Farewell to Life's romance!<br /></span>
+<span>Welcome the sounding sea!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_THREE_PS" id="THE_THREE_PS" /><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61" />THE THREE P'S.</h2>
+
+<h2>THE PRATIE, THE PIG AND POTEEN.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>'Tis daily this baste<br /></span>
+<span>Will prosade to the fayste,<br /></span>
+<span>The best that Ould Oireland has seen;<br /></span>
+<span>The P's are but three,<br /></span>
+<span>But they're plenty for me,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>The Pratie, the Pig, the Poteen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Pratie, in place,<br /></span>
+<span>Has an iligant face,<br /></span>
+<span>That my mouth opens wide to let in,<br /></span>
+<span>But, like Widow Machree,<br /></span>
+<span>He's so glad to see me,<br /></span>
+<span>That he laughs himself out of his shkin.<br /></span>
+<span>He's so round and so square,<br /></span>
+<span>As he laughs at me there,<br /></span>
+<span>That he looks loike my brother, I ween;<br /></span>
+<span>Then I put him to cool<br /></span>
+<span>On the top of a shtool,<br /></span>
+<span>Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.<br /></span>
+<span>Then I put him to cool<br /></span>
+<span>On the top of a shtool,<br /></span>
+<span>Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62" />But gourmands, ahoy!<br /></span>
+<span>The Pig is the Boy!<br /></span>
+<span>Indade he's the girl to my taste;<br /></span>
+<span>The form is so nate,<br /></span>
+<span>The lip is so swate,<br /></span>
+<span>That I kape her quite close to my waist.<br /></span>
+<span>But no cannibal I,<br /></span>
+<span>When I look in her eye,<br /></span>
+<span>The loikes to my sister is seen;<br /></span>
+<span>So I piously pause<br /></span>
+<span>In the work of my jaws,<br /></span>
+<span>Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.<br /></span>
+<span>So I piously pause<br /></span>
+<span>In the work of my jaws,<br /></span>
+<span>Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Lave the Pratie to cool<br /></span>
+<span>On the top of the shtool,<br /></span>
+<span>While we master this question of shtate,<br /></span>
+<span>Shall I ate? Shall I swig?<br /></span>
+<span>Musht Poteen or the Pig<br /></span>
+<span>Be the first or the last on my plate?<br /></span>
+<span>Now my grandfather's ghost<br /></span>
+<span>Appears at this post,<br /></span>
+<span>So solemn, so awful in mien,<br /></span>
+<span>To assist and debate<br /></span>
+<span>This question of shtate<br /></span>
+<span>On the subject of Pork and Poteen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63" />So he called for his mug,<br /></span>
+<span>And I gave him the jug,<br /></span>
+<span>Which he placed at his delicate mouth,<br /></span>
+<span>And he drank it all down,<br /></span>
+<span>Down, down, Derry down,<br /></span>
+<span>He had such a terrible drouth.<br /></span>
+<span>Then, with jug held on high,<br /></span>
+<span>And Poteen in his eye,<br /></span>
+<span>He says&mdash;this good ghost says to me:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;Hist! Hist! Patrick, hist!<br /></span>
+<span>And hould ye your whist<br /></span>
+<span>While I shpake out this Scripture to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>'Tis Hibernian Law<br /></span>
+<span>That, for Oireland's ould jaw,<br /></span>
+<span>If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,<br /></span>
+<span>If you have a great mind,<br /></span>
+<span>You surely will find<br /></span>
+<span>The Poteen's the best part of the Pig.<br /></span>
+<span>'Tis Hibernian Law<br /></span>
+<span>That, for Oireland's ould jaw,<br /></span>
+<span>If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,<br /></span>
+<span>If you have a great mind,<br /></span>
+<span>You surely will find<br /></span>
+<span>The Poteen's the best part of the Pig.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>So, since that great day,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>Or that night I may say,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64" />I cook nothing else for to ate;<br /></span>
+<span>By the hole o' my coat,<br /></span>
+<span>It bates Houlahan's goat<br /></span>
+<span>In putting Pat off of his fate.<br /></span>
+<span>So, for Erin go bragh,<br /></span>
+<span>'Tis both Gospel and Law<br /></span>
+<span>For to ate, or to shpake or to swig,<br /></span>
+<span>If you have a great mind,<br /></span>
+<span>You surely will find<br /></span>
+<span>The Poteen's the best part of the pig!<br /></span>
+<span>The Poteen's the best part of the pig!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Soldier Songs and Love Songs, by A.H. Laidlaw
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+Title: Soldier Songs and Love Songs
+
+Author: A.H. Laidlaw
+
+Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14869]
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+
+SOLDIER SONGS
+AND
+LOVE SONGS
+
+BY
+
+A.H. LAIDLAW
+
+
+
+
+PRESS OF
+WILLIAM R. JENKINS
+
+NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY
+A.H. LAIDLAW
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]
+
+
+
+
+Dedicated
+
+TO THE
+SOLDIERS AND SAILORS
+OF THE
+UNITED STATES
+
+THE TWO ARMS OF AMERICAN SALVATION
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+                                                             PAGE
+ 1. CUSTER                                                      1
+ 2. THE AMERICAN GIRL                                           2
+ 3. THE GOOD SHIP "OHIO"                                        4
+ 4. THE AMERICAN GIRLS                                          5
+ 5. THE UNION OATH                                              8
+ 6. BETSIE BROWN                                                9
+ 7. SWORD OF JEHOVAH                                           11
+ 8. BLACK EYES                                                 12
+ 9. THE AMERICAN CA IRA                                        13
+10. BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH                                16
+11. THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR                      17
+12. THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES                           19
+13. BABYLON                                                    20
+14. THE BRITISH GYP                                            23
+15. DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS                           24
+16. FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN                            25
+17. EVER TO BE                                                 27
+18. JOCK AND JEAN                                              28
+19. THE FLAG OF BROTHERS                                       31
+20. WITH A HO-HO-HO!                                           33
+21. SEE, THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS                            34
+22. THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE                       36
+23. BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE                                 37
+24. TEARS, TEARS                                               39
+25. SHERRY IN THE SADDLE                                       40
+26. HOME, HOME                                                 42
+27. THE CUSTER WAIL                                            43
+28. WEEP NOT FOR HIM                                           46
+29. TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT                                      47
+30. GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE                                49
+31. THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION                                  50
+32. THE YOUNG VETS                                             52
+33. MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK      53
+34. IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE                            55
+35. MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL                                     57
+36. THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE                                    60
+37. THE THREE P'S: THE PRATIE, THE PIG AND POTEEN              61
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In issuing this collection of Songs, the author makes the following
+acknowledgments:--
+
+"The American _Ca ira_" was suggested while reading the French song of
+that name, from which song the phrase _ca ira_ alone was appropriated.
+
+In "The Song of William the Conqueror," his characteristic oath, "By the
+splendor of God!" is used.
+
+In the "Death Song of the Enfants Perdus," a few remembered lines or
+fragments have been appropriated from an anonymous and almost forgotten
+English ballad.
+
+"Burke of the Brave Brigade" was written in memory of the late Dennis F.
+Burke, the last commander of the Irish Brigade in the battle of
+Gettysburg.
+
+"The Custer Wail" was composed in a dream, in 1877.
+
+In the last two stanzas of "Marshall Ney's Farewell," his own language
+translated is used in nearly half the lines. The first line of this poem
+is the expression used by Napoleon, on his voyage to St. Helena, when
+sighting the shore of France for the last time.
+
+"The Lily Land of France" was suggested by the French song, "Partant
+pour la Syrie," from which nothing was appropriated but the accentual
+movement.
+
+Except in the above mentioned instances, the songs here collected were
+composed without finding a model or a suggestion in any other writer.
+
+The "Soldier Songs" and the "Love Songs" are printed alternately.
+
+A.H. LAIDLAW.
+
+
+
+
+SONGS
+
+
+
+
+CUSTER.
+
+
+Foiled on the field with his dead boys around him,
+  All waiting for Earth to recover her own,
+Fortune hath missed him, but Glory hath found him,
+  While fighting a thousand fierce foemen alone.
+
+Custer's the right wing, the left and the center,
+  Himself is his only reserve and supply.
+This is a battle for Spartans to enter,
+  Where One makes an army to conquer or die.
+
+Straight on his steed doth he meet the grim battle,
+  The red line of danger grows deadly and large,
+Loud from the hills rings the rifleman's rattle,
+  But Custer is ready, so forward and charge!
+
+Firing with left hand, and fencing with right,
+  The reins in his teeth, like a handless young Hun,
+What is his fate in the terrible fight?
+  The thousands hath slain him, yet Custer hath won.
+
+His foemen still seek him in terror and wonder,
+  Alive in the tempest that darkens the vale;
+His charge they still fear in the echoing thunder,
+  His sword in the lightning, his voice in the gale.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN GIRL.
+
+
+        The maid for man to love,
+        All other forms above,
+Is she whose home adorns the loam of this fair land of mine:
+        American in sire,
+        She's born of love and fire,
+And dominates the heart of man as by a right divine.
+
+        By rhyming swain pursued,
+        She meets the puling dude,
+Whose hopes to win are centered in his pale Platonic plan;
+        American in heart,
+        She spurns his petty part,
+Then, speeds him to the army mess to prove himself a man.
+
+        With tact burned in the bone,
+        She stands herself, alone,
+The peer of peers of ancient years, for highest functions fit;
+        American in head
+        Who woos her, she _may_ wed,
+If he hath grace, and wit, and worth, and sense, and soul and grit.
+
+Alive, alert and sweet,
+        In rounded poise, complete,
+Come any day what will or may, she meets the world at par;
+        American in soul,
+        She brooks no man's control,
+But brings to _one_ a crystal love as stainless as a star.
+
+        Who wins, she weds, retains,
+        She lives, she loves, she reigns
+Through home and hall, and over all the sovereign of the scene;
+        American in dower,
+        She knows her native power,
+And holds the heart of him she loves, a Woman and a Queen.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOOD SHIP "OHIO."
+
+
+Swift o'er the lee when the wind flies free,
+  Follows the ship "Ohio,"
+With skies o'ercast she bends to the blast,
+  Like a billowy bird she can fly, O,
+And she'll leave all behind in a whispering wind
+  As soft as a maiden's sigh, O.
+Or when o'er the Lakes the storm-cloud breaks,
+  And the waves scoop their murderous hollow,
+While the weaker ship to its mooring must slip
+  And safe in a harbor wallow,
+In the front of the storm she fills her white form,
+  And the demons of danger follow.
+
+O for the life 'mid the storm and the strife
+  Of sailor and storm and billow!
+Far be my bed from the lubberly dead
+  That sleep near the wailing willow,
+But give me the grave of the mutinous wave
+  With its heaving and whistling pillow.
+Down from the skies look the spectral eyes
+  Of our kelpie, sprite and bewailer,
+And gathering in crowds by the shivering shrouds,
+  They croon while our cheeks grow paler,
+And they sing as they sweep o'er the clamorous deep:
+  "We love the hot heart of a sailor!"
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN GIRLS.
+
+
+Yes! The land we love
+Is a land of pretty girls,
+  In grand variety;
+With their many colored eyes
+And their multi-colored curls,
+  They'll steal thy heart from thee.
+
+If you travel in the North,
+One will gleam in glory forth,
+  With her blue eyes, O, so blue!
+And her flash of golden hair
+Will be flirting in the air,
+  While entrancing all the soul in you.
+     Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+Always for your weal and never for your woe,
+Your little heart will gallop on the go,
+  And it will not give you rest
+  Within your manly breast,
+Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.
+     Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+If you travel in the South,
+You will find a rosy mouth,
+  And a black eye, O so black!
+And some strands of raven hair
+Will purloin your heart just there,
+  And you'll never get the poor thing back.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.
+
+If you travel in the East,
+Your dear soul will have a feast
+  On a sweet eye, O so sweet!
+And a most seductive curl
+Will there give your heart a twirl
+  That will fling you at two queenly feet.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.
+
+If you travel in the West,
+One shy glance will pierce your breast
+  From a bright eye, O so bright!
+And an auburn heaven of hair
+Will so glorify the air,
+  You'll surrender all your soul at sight.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+Always for your weal and never for your woe,
+Your little heart will gallop on the go,
+  And it will not give you rest
+  Within your manly breast,
+Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.
+    Oho! My Boy! Oho!
+
+Thus, the land we love
+Is a land of pretty girls,
+  In grand variety;
+With their many colored eyes
+And their multi-colored curls,
+  They'll steal thy heart from thee.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNION OATH.
+
+
+By the Revolution's dead,
+By their Blood in battle shed,
+By the Earth that drank their gore,
+By the Heaven in which they soar,
+By the Union Stripe and Star,
+By the God of Righteous War,
+  Swear to conquer, or to die!
+      Swear to conquer,
+      Swear to conquer,
+  Swear to conquer _now_, or die!
+
+By the Revolution's dead,
+By their Blood in battle shed,
+By the Earth that drank their gore,
+By the Heaven in which they soar,
+By the Union Stripe and Star,
+By the God of Righteous War,
+  We will conquer now, or die!
+      We will conquer!
+      We will conquer!
+  We will conquer _now_, or die!
+
+
+
+
+BETSIE BROWN.
+
+
+I have loved you all my days,
+        Betsie Brown,
+And I'll never cease to praise
+        Betsie Brown;
+Still must I break love's tie,
+  To act a patriot part,
+But I'll yield thee, as I die,
+  The last throb of my heart,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+For my country let me die,
+        Betsie Brown,
+And never grieve nor cry,
+        Betsie Brown,
+But lay me down to sleep
+  Where my country's tempests rave,
+Where its mountain moss can creep
+  O'er an humble patriot's grave,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+And should my boy, with thee,
+        Betsie Brown,
+By my grave once bend the knee,
+        Betsie Brown,
+Teach him to bleed or die
+  For his country or his God,
+Like him whose ashes lie
+  Beneath the loving sod,
+        Betsie Brown!
+
+
+
+
+SWORD OF JEHOVAH.
+
+
+Sword of Jehovah, swing
+O'er the world's ravening,
+Wide on the tempest's wing,
+    Swing far! Swing free!
+Where the mailed hand is set,
+Braced to the bayonet,
+Bloody and warm and wet,
+    Swing far! Swing free!
+
+Strike where the sordid great
+Revel in royal state,
+Liberty desolate,
+    Strike far! Strike free!
+Where the King's coursers champ,
+Where the mailed millions tramp,
+Ringed round the tyrant's camp,
+    Strike far! Strike free!
+
+Fall where the Kaiser stands,
+Guarded by gory bands,
+Known by their bloody hands,
+    Fall far! Fall free!
+Till the last Despots die,
+Till the Christ, lifted high,
+Consummates Destiny,
+    Fall far! Fall free!
+
+
+
+
+BLACK EYES.
+
+
+The Blue Eye will do if the courting is through
+  And the way of the marriage is sunny,
+And it helps in the fun till the sweet life is done
+  If the girl brings a mint of good money.
+But when aft or before the good parson's front door,
+  With calm or a storm on the track;
+For Love red, red hot, with the ducats or not,
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+The Hazel is true to you all the way through,
+  And it burns with a light warm and steady;
+Only if it is Fred that she has in her head,
+  It is burning for no one but Freddie.
+But the Black Eye will veer and stake kingdoms to spear
+  Whatever it likes on the track,
+And as a love-lance to its lord in the dance
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+Here then is good health and without or with wealth
+  To the deep raven eye of my charmer!
+It's a heavenly spell when it loves very well,
+  Only when it does not it is warmer.
+And it's little I care, only so I get there,
+  Whichever I find on the track,
+For Heaven or Hell in its magical spell
+  There is never an eye like the Black.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN CA IRA.
+
+
+With a sullen, setting Sun,
+    It will come!
+With the days of Despots done,
+    It will come!
+With a sullen, setting Sun,
+With the days of Despots done,
+With the wrath of God begun,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
+    It will come!
+With remorseless slaughter soon,
+    It will come!
+With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
+With remorseless slaughter soon,
+With our Tyrants stripped and strewn,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With a meteoric glare,
+    It will come!
+With Destruction in the air.
+    It will come!
+With a meteoric glare,
+With Destruction in the air,
+With the vengeance of Despair,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With abasement of the proud,
+    It will come!
+With the last King's crimson shroud,
+    It will come!
+With abasement of the proud,
+With the last King's crimson shroud,
+But with Christ within the cloud,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+With the merry Morning Stars,
+    It will come!
+With the end of royal wars,
+    It will come!
+With the merry Morning Stars,
+With the end of royal wars,
+With the last of scourging Tsars,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+Yea! An angel from the fight,
+    It will come!
+With fair Liberty in light,
+    It will come!
+Yea! An angel from the fight,
+With fair Liberty in light,
+Linked with Everlasting Right,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+By the Christ who hears our cries,
+  It will come!
+By the Spirit of the Skies,
+  It will come!
+By the Christ who hears our cries,
+By the Spirit of the Skies,
+By the God who never lies,
+  It will come!
+  It will come!
+
+With a place for you and me,
+    It will come!
+At the feastings of the Free,
+    It will come!
+With a place for you and me,
+At the feastings of the Free,
+With eternal Jubilee,
+    It will come!
+    It will come!
+
+
+
+
+BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH.
+
+
+Bird of the summering North,
+  Whither away?
+Fly you so gaily forth
+  Simply to stay
+Nested in northern bowers
+Till the late flushing flowers
+Turn in October hours
+  Ashen and gray?
+
+Bear, then, this message, Dove,
+  When you depart,
+Safe to my northern Love,
+  Quick! Like a dart!
+Bill her and coo her this
+Seal of triumphant bliss,
+One young, immortal kiss,
+  Hot from my heart.
+
+Then, in the autumn time,
+  Tailing the pole,
+From my Love's cooling clime
+  Make me your goal;
+Flash to this field of Fame,
+Linked with her darling name,
+All her concordant flame,
+  Deep from her soul.
+
+
+
+
+THE WAR SONG OF WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.
+
+_"By the splendor of God!" was a characteristic oath
+of William the Conqueror._
+
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  To fight to the death for Old England's crown,
+  To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares
+    To fight that God and our Right be made
+    Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares,
+    By a King who dares.
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  In swoop for fierce flesh, like a bird of prey,
+  In scent of the blood of the brave to-day,
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, for the Love of God!
+    Since blood is holy and royal wine,
+    Advance! Drink health to the Norman line,
+  Sword in hand, for the Love of God!
+    For the Love of God!
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Beware of the shock of the serried rank!
+  Beware of the brand of the fiery Frank!
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by the Grace of God,
+   We fight till death for Old England's crown,
+   Till Harold, or We, with our crowns, go down,
+  Sword in hand, by the Grace of God!
+    By the Grace of God!
+
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  To fight to the death for Old England's crown,
+  To reign by God's grace or in gore go down.
+By the splendor of God! We come! We come!
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares
+    To fight that God and our Right be made
+    Our Right Divine by a bloody blade,
+  Sword in hand, by a King who dares,
+    By a King who dares!
+
+
+
+
+THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.
+
+
+As I stroll by the stream where you stray,
+  A beam is reflected afar,
+Which seems, on the waters, a ray--
+  The ray from a luminous star.
+What is it that sweetens my sight,
+  That lightens the leaf-burthened skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+As nearer and nearer I roam,
+  In the month of the rosy-mouthed June,
+What is it that throws round your home
+  The mirage of the mystical moon?
+What is it that softens my sight,
+  That mellows the marvellous skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+As I gaze on the girl of my love,
+  My ravishing, radiant one,
+There seems to shower light from above,
+  And I look for the summer-time sun.
+What is it that dazzles my sight,
+  That rivals the roseate skies?
+What is it, my Love, but the light,--
+  The light of your beautiful eyes?
+
+
+
+
+BABYLON.
+
+
+Thou art mighty,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art haughty,
+      Babylon!
+Haughty, mighty,
+      Babylon!
+Through thy streets the bats shall fly,
+O'er thy ruins owls shall cry,
+All thy chivalry shall die,
+      Babylon!
+
+Golden-godded
+      Babylon!
+Idol-cursed
+      Babylon!
+Idol-cursed, golden-godded,
+      Babylon!
+All thy gods shall bite the dust,
+All thy golden godlets must
+Sink to rottenness and rust,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art royal,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art ancient,
+      Babylon!
+Ancient, royal,
+      Babylon!
+Royal laws and ancient lies
+Vanish when the people rise,
+Truth must live, but Falsehood dies,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art sensual,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art sotted,
+      Babylon!
+Sotted, sensual,
+      Babylon!
+History this tale will tell,
+To the righteous all is well;
+Daniel rose, Belshazzar fell,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art bloody,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art cruel,
+      Babylon!
+Cruel, bloody,
+      Babylon!
+Cain's curse on your brow is set,
+Bloodstains God will not forget,
+And His curse pursues you yet,
+      Babylon!
+
+Thou art crumbled,
+      Babylon!
+Thou art humbled,
+      Babylon!
+Humbled, crumbled,
+      Babylon!
+Vengeance leaves no gated wall,
+Vengeance leaves no gilded hall,
+Vengeance blasts and buries all,
+      Babylon!
+
+
+
+
+THE BRITISH GYP.
+
+
+That luscious lip, the British Gyp,
+  I leave to rove, a reckless ranger,
+To seek a life, with War for wife,
+  Defying Death, despising danger;
+Yet while I speed from field to field,
+  Enamored of the stranger's daughter,
+I know the best that earth can yield
+  Are nested by the British water.
+
+Her lithe, blithe form outbraves the storm
+  That spreads disaster in its shadow,
+And when it clears, her form appears
+  A flower upon the greening meadow;
+And if, for fame, you'll have me name
+  The land of most bewitching daughters,
+My heart replies, with softening sighs,
+  The land begirt by British waters.
+
+Her starry eye lets arrows fly,
+  That pierce the ice of arctic reason;
+The kiss that thrills, the glance that kills,
+  Make wild the wise and laugh at Treason;
+And when, a soldier on parade,
+  Beyond the bourne of British waters,
+My eyes are on the stranger maid,
+  My heart is with the English daughters.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH SONG OF THE ENFANTS PERDUS.
+
+
+'Tis here we invade the valley,
+  Away from the realms of breath,
+And, in most successful sally,
+  We enter the gates of death;
+So, stand in the last line steady,
+  'Tis here our true glory lies;
+Hurrah for the dead already!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+Though here, the wet eyes of woman
+  Will fill with the falling tear,
+Yet, facing old Death, our foeman,
+  We shout our reviving cheer.
+Though high beat the hearts we cherish,
+  The dead we most highly prize:
+Hurrah for the first to perish!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+The earth we now leave behind us,
+  The heavens now beckon before,
+Though dust of the dead may blind us,
+  We march for the shining shore;
+No more can our Hope deceive us,
+  Our heart to it now replies,
+Hurrah for the first to leave us!
+  Three cheers for the next who dies!
+
+
+
+
+FARE THEE WELL, O LOVE OF WOMAN!
+
+
+Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!
+  Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!
+Thy soft heart, divinely human,
+  Holds me by a magic spell.
+All that grieves me now to perish
+  Is the loss of one bright eye,
+And I still the vision cherish
+  While I lay me down to die.
+
+At my headstone, kindly kneeling,
+  May I beg a votive tear?
+Woman, with her pure appealing,
+  Is my angel at the bier.
+Let me have but one such linger,
+  Praying Christ to help and save,
+Let me have but one dear finger
+  Place a chaplet on my grave.
+
+Though the soldier dies in dying,
+  The true lover never dies;
+Upward, from his embers flying,
+  He transfigures in the skies.
+Heaven is rare, but Love is rarer,
+  Whether it be blest or crost;
+Heaven blooms fair, but Love blooms fairer,
+  But, O God, at what a cost!
+
+Fare thee well, O Love of Woman!
+  Lip of Beauty, fare thee well!
+Thy soft heart, divinely human,
+  Holds me by a magic spell.
+All that grieves me now to perish
+  Is the loss of one bright eye,
+And I still the vision cherish
+  While I lay me down to die.
+
+
+
+
+EVER TO BE.
+
+
+        Ever to be
+        Land of the free,
+Hold up your banner of light to the eye,
+        High! High!
+        Let its folds fly,
+Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.
+
+        Ever to be
+        Flag of the free,
+Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave,
+        Wave! Wave!
+        Mighty to save,
+Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.
+
+        Ever to be
+        Light of the free,
+Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine,
+        Shine! Shine!
+        Liberty's sign,
+Lighting the human to find the Divine.
+
+
+
+
+JOCK AND JEAN.
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the Sacramento flows,
+'Twixt the peaks of sifted snows,
+Past the fadeless Southron rose,
+Sweeter than the heather-blows,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Whether rivers fail or flow,
+Whether roses blanch or blow,
+Where thou goest, I will go,
+As your loving Jean, my Jo,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the mountains, crowned with pine,
+Dipping to the western brine,
+Shade, with everlasting vine,
+Golden grape and countless kine,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+       Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Whether mountains dip or bear
+Heavenward through our future air,
+Princely feast or peasant fare,
+What thou darest, I will dare,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK.
+
+O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
+        Will you, will you?
+Where the lambies, on the braes,
+Gambol in the golden haze,
+And the solar disc delays
+Heaven throughout the happy days,
+        Lassie, lassie?
+
+
+JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Wheresoe'er thy feet delay,
+Drenched in rain or golden spray,
+To the end of life's long day,
+I will love thee as I say,
+        Laddie, laddie!
+
+
+JOCK AND JEAN.
+
+O'er the deep wi' thee, dearie,
+        Will I, will I,
+Sail the sounding sea, dearie,
+        Will I, will I,
+'Neath the starred or starless sky,
+Heaven is where the heart beats high,
+With a love that cannot die;
+So we wander, you and I,
+        Dearie, dearie!
+
+
+
+
+THE FLAG OF BROTHERS.
+
+
+There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There is blood upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the blood of Abel, it crieth from the sod,
+And it crieth unto God throughout the Morning.
+
+There's a blot upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There's a blot upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the soul of Samuel, it riseth from the clod,
+And it crieth unto God throughout the Nooning.
+
+There's a curse upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+There's a curse upon _our_ Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the curse of Cain, it scars our brows with pain,
+And it sears a Brother's brain throughout the E'ening.
+
+May the Lord now bleach this Banner, the Banner of the Free,
+And keep that Banner floating as a pledge 'twixt you and me,
+And, like the eyes of Noah, as the Flood of Blood flies from us,
+May we see the Bow of Promise in the Morning.
+
+Our Banner, then, unsullied, this Banner of the Free,
+Will be a Brother's Banner, held up by you and me,
+And, like a Christian people, as example unto others,
+We will wave the Flag of Brothers on that Morning.
+
+
+
+
+WITH A HO-HO-HO! AND A HI-HI-HI!
+
+
+With a ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!
+  With a canzonet and tabor,
+Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!
+  We amble, ramble, gambol, I
+    And my lily-fingered neighbor.
+
+With a ha-ha-ha! and a he-he-he!
+  With a joyous laugh and caper,
+Thus, with ha-ha-ha! and our he-he-he!
+  In sunlight, moonlight, starlight, we
+    Both consume our life's bright taper.
+
+With a hi-hi-hi! and a ho-ho-ho!
+  With a prancing, dancing gaiter,
+Thus, with hi-hi-hi! and our ho-ho-ho!
+  We ringing, singing, swinging, go,
+    Through the glees of our Creator.
+
+With a he-he-he! and a ha-ha-ha!
+  Through all spells of wind or weather,
+Thus, with he-he-he! and our ha-ha-ha!
+  Till frailing, ailing, failing, ah!
+    We will die and lie together.
+
+Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi!
+  With a canzonet and tabor,
+Yea, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi!
+  We amble, ramble, gambol, I
+    And my lily-fingered neighbor.
+
+
+
+
+SEE THE FIELD OF BATTLE GLEAMS.
+
+
+See, the field of battle gleams
+Yonward past the tented streams,
+    There the foe is camping;
+By the thirst-assuaging rill,
+From the copse behind the hill
+    Hear his war-steeds champing.
+
+Northern Knights and Southern Sons,
+Onward to the gleaming guns!
+    Now's the hour of battle!
+Though his files be ten to one,
+Seek the foe from sun to sun,
+    Where his muskets rattle.
+
+O'er the walls with slaughter wet,
+O'er the ball-scarred parapet,
+    Daring man and missile,
+Charge to meet his best or worst,
+Where his shrieking bombshells burst
+    And his bullets whistle.
+
+Roll in waves of living blue,
+Pierce the columned centre through,
+    Fill the world with wonder;
+Rush, as with a lion's will,
+Where his lightnings flash to kill
+    And his cannon thunder.
+
+Meet him with a tiger's spring,
+Quicker than an eagle's wing,
+    Where the bayonet piercest.
+When you feel the foeman's breath,
+Soldier, strike for life or death,
+    Where the fight is fiercest.
+
+Than a coward, proved and known,
+Better be to atoms blown,
+    Where the doomed are dying.
+Welcome death in wildest way,
+But to mingle with that clay
+    Where the brave are lying.
+
+Thus will Honor be our meed
+For some doubly daring deed
+    When we end our story.
+Then in graves with roses blown,
+By the hands of patriots strown,
+    We will sleep in glory.
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING SOLDIER TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+
+I plead with tears to thee,
+  Sweet warbler of the shade,
+Breathe not such strains to me,
+  The sweetest ever made.
+Who bade thee slight my woes?
+  Who taught to pierce my heart?
+Leave me to death's repose,
+  Depart, sweet bird, depart.
+
+Still come, with every strain,
+  Warm dreams of woeless days;
+Still beam, on life's past plain,
+  Love's long lost golden rays,
+That gleam on forms gone by,
+  On friends I called my own,
+Who calmly rest, while I,
+  Wild wandering, weep alone.
+
+But if thou still must sing,
+  Sing of my endless woes,
+Of Life, a poisoned spring,
+  Of Love, a scattered rose;
+Wail-warble those who weep,
+Wild-warble but the brave;
+  To the wearied, sing of sleep,
+And sing, to me, the grave.
+
+
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+_Inscribed to Dennis F. Burke, last Commander of the
+Irish Brigade, at Gettysburg._
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Why come ye to this mountain, lads,
+  In panoply of war?
+Why leave ye the hills of your native heath,
+  To seek these heights afar?"
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"We have come to unchain the slave,
+  And not for a dress parade;
+We have come to save man's flesh from the lash,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+"We have heard his low cry afar,
+  We have felt the self-same chain,
+And we've come, my friends, through peace or war,
+To make the land of the Union Star
+  The land without a stain."
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Go home to your native soil,
+  Ye sons of the Celtic brave;
+You will have to fight till the last man falls
+  To free the Southern slave."
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"We have come to this fight to-day
+  With no maiden, bloodless blade;
+We have come to fight till the last man falls,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+"We have felt of an iron heel,
+  We have known a tyrant's hand,
+We have come to fight till the Rebels reel
+From the shotted shell of our cannon peal,
+  And the hero-handled brand."
+
+
+THE SPIRIT OF THE SOUTH.
+
+"Then come to the battle charge!
+  Welcome the Celtic yell!
+'Twixt you and the South, at the cannon's mouth,
+  'Tis Gettysburg or Hell!"
+
+
+BURKE OF THE BRAVE BRIGADE.
+
+"Then 'tis Gettysburg Heights or Hell!
+  We are here till the game is played;
+And a Hell he will feel who dares our steel,"
+  Said Burke of the Brave Brigade.
+So they fought, and the story runs
+  (All thanks to the Heavenly Powers),
+That the field was won by the Celtic sons;
+For Hell flashed Leeward from out their guns,
+  And Gettysburg is ours!
+
+
+
+
+TEARS, TEARS.
+
+    Tears, tears,
+    With wifely fears
+Immixed--I held my breath,
+        My boy!
+    As down the street
+    The drums did beat
+That led you to your death,
+        My boy!
+
+    Oh! Oh!
+    Where'er I go,
+And soldier boys I see,
+        My jo!
+    I wis', I wis',
+    For him whose kiss
+Was blessedness to me,
+       My jo!
+
+    Still, still,
+    By wish and will,
+The land you saved, I love,
+        My boy!
+    Beneath a stone,
+    It holds your bone,
+I'll clasp your soul above,
+        My boy!
+
+
+
+
+SHERRY IN THE SADDLE.
+
+
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Boys in blue skedaddle,
+Boys in blue skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+Sherry's not in saddle,
+  The Southron gray
+  Is King to-day,
+For Sherry's not in saddle.
+
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Boys in gray skedaddle,
+Boys in gray skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+Sherry's in the saddle,
+The Southron gray
+  Bites grass to-day,
+For Sherry's in the saddle,
+
+Sherry in the saddle,
+Sherry in the saddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Union foes skedaddle,
+Union foes skedaddle,
+  Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!
+  Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
+Sherry in the saddle,
+Sherry in the saddle,
+  By night or day,
+  'Twixt Blue and Gray,
+  There's hell to pay,
+When Sherry's in the saddle.
+
+
+
+
+HOME! HOME!
+
+
+    Home! Home!
+    Man may roam
+While the blood of life is brimming,
+While the head's with glory swimming;
+But, when Love and Life are over,
+Bring him to the village clover,
+    Home! Home!
+
+    Home! Home!
+    Bring him home,
+Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him,
+Where remorse no more shall rive him,
+Where the ever weeping willow
+Moults to make its leaves his pillow,
+    Home! Home!
+
+    Home! Home!
+    He is home,
+Where his song was ever sounding,
+Where his blood was ever bounding,
+Here, at last, he leaves his madness,
+All his love and all his sadness,
+    Home! Home!
+
+
+
+
+THE CUSTER WAIL.
+
+
+Dead! Where the bold and brave
+Blend in one bloody grave;
+Dead! With no coward clay
+Weltering in gore that day.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! With his boys in blue,
+Baptized in bloody dew.
+Dead! Where his enemy
+Fled from his fearless eye.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Like a meteor,
+Flashed o'er the field of war.
+Dead! With immortal pride,
+Glorious and glorified.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the captives sing
+Saved by his rifle's ring.
+Dead! Where the painted brave
+Bled by his gory glaive.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the feathered game
+Fell at his deadly aim.
+Dead! Where the buffalo
+Found him a gallant foe.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the prairie steed
+Vainly exerts his speed.
+Dead! Where the antlered stag
+Dies on the dizzy crag.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the valleys sink
+Low to the river's brink.
+Dead! Where the mountains spring
+Higher than eagle's wing.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the solar glows
+Eastward and upward rose.
+Dead! Where the evening's gold
+Westward and downward rolled.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the streamy vales
+Murmur their tender tales.
+Dead! Where the ocean's roll
+Sobs for the passing soul.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the thicket's throats
+Mingle their million notes.
+Dead! Where the forests dim
+Tone their lone requiem.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where the eagle's scream
+Shortens the hunter's dream.
+Dead! Where the nightingale
+Trills out her lonely tale.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where no maiden fair
+Weaves with his waving hair.
+Dead! Where no darling sips
+Life from his loving lips.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Where no woman's breast,
+Robbed of her love and rest,
+Flower with a fading leaf,
+Sinks in her silent grief.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.
+
+Dead! Nevermore to be.
+Dead! Nevermore to be.
+Dead! Evermore to me.
+Dead! Evermore to me.
+  Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to ME!
+
+
+
+
+WEEP NOT FOR HIM.
+
+
+Weep not for him who, in the battle dying,
+  Lives in the lays of those he sought to save;
+Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying,
+  Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;
+Weep not for him for whom the night wind, sighing,
+  Spreads o'er his bier the banner of the brave;
+But, o'er the ashes of the dead hussar,
+  Shout to the thunder and the trump of war.
+
+Go weep for her who, by her Love's side sighing,
+  Gives to the grave the form she loved so well;
+And weep for her who meets no soft replying
+  To the sweet story she would die to tell;
+Aye, weep for her whose Love, to Lethe flying,
+  Left on her lip no mark of his farewell;
+Oh, weep for her whose star of life is dim;
+  Weep, weep for her; but weep no more for him.
+
+
+
+
+TARRY YE NOT IN EGYPT.
+
+
+The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,
+And he'll smite them and smite them again and again.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh's men,
+He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen,
+And he'll smite them and smite them again and again,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt.
+
+The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+And all the first-born in the land shall die,
+The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord hath set His sign in the sky,
+And all the first-born in the land shall die;
+The fathers shall perish, the mothers shall sigh,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting
+Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The Lord hath hardened the heart of the King,
+So the creatures that crawl and the insects that sting
+Will add terror to life and bring death on the wing,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
+And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore.
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not,
+      Tarry ye not in Egypt!
+There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
+The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
+And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore,
+      So tarry no longer in Egypt!
+
+
+
+
+GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE.
+
+
+Gif a lassie spurn a laddie
+  Wi' her needless Nays,
+Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie
+  Wi' their loving ways;
+So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly
+  As a winter day,
+Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly
+  Wi' the breath of May.
+
+Prudery still affects the valley,
+  Shady and alane,
+Meeting souls that loveward sally,
+  Icy as a stane.
+On the mountain true Love singeth,
+  Liberty is there;
+Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,
+  From her waving hair.
+
+On the peaks abide the pleasures,
+  Young and sweet and free,
+Yoked with Youth's immortal treasures,
+  Love and Liberty;
+So, the hilltops seek while soaring,
+  Eaglet of Love's sky;
+Light adorned and Light adoring,
+  Bask, and burn and die.
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.
+
+
+The day of War is over
+  When, to please a Prince alone,
+A thousand slaughtered wretches
+  Were to the eagles thrown.
+There is gloom upon its glory,
+  There is rust upon its sword,
+For the day of Peace is dawning
+  In the coming of the Lord.
+
+Arise in Christian manhood
+  And join the joyous throng,
+With Jesus in your music
+  And His mercy in your song;
+For His blood hath been the ransom
+  For the World, for you, for me,
+And His love o'erflows the mountains
+  In an everlasting sea.
+
+For the Christ who rose in glory
+  Shall return to earth the same,
+And the warring hosts shall vanish
+  At the voicing of His name;
+And the stars shall flash new splendors
+  At the fulness of His grace,
+For the Heavens reflect His glory,
+  And the Earth shall show His face.
+
+Then, with Mercy in the mighty,
+  And forgiveness in the strong,
+The meek shall be our judges,
+  And the Right shall rule the Wrong;
+And, with one acclaim, all peoples
+  Will the Love of Jesus praise,
+And their Glory Hallelujahs
+  Shall fill the happy days.
+
+
+
+
+THE YOUNG VETS.
+
+
+We all know the face of the chap who can tell
+  How he led the victorious van,
+Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell
+  Or fled from this murderous man.
+
+We all know the pate of the chap who was late,
+  Too late for a wound or a scar,
+A year or two late for a soldierly fate,
+  And twenty too late for the war.
+
+We all know the voice of Goliah the Great,
+  Who never smelt powder, you know,
+Who came to the field of battle too late
+  To give little David a show.
+
+We all know the tale of the chap who delights
+  To tell all the girls he can find
+Of the terrible sights, of the feuds and the fights,
+  That he fought in the depths of his mind.
+
+On a Century Map, we all know the chap
+  Who can trace his proud place without fear,
+Who claims the drum-tap found him first in the gap,
+  Though he skulked forty miles in the rear.
+
+
+
+
+MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE
+GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+O my gallant Captain, whither and away?
+Know'st thou Jersey Pirates smuggle in the bay?
+Won't you take me with you for a little fly?
+If the Pirates catch you, I'll shoot 'em with my eye.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Come, Manhattan Maiden, share the sailor's pains.
+If the Pirates catch me, save me from their chains.
+Meantime mark the sailor mount the topmast high,
+Till his trim tarpaulin almost scrapes the sky,
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay,
+Thus Manhattan Captains sail their lives away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+Who's the girl out yonder reaching up so high,
+With her jack-o'-lantern darkening up the sky?
+Do you think she's pretty? Do you think it pays
+Standing up so bare like, with no polonaise?
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Now, Manhattan Maiden, 'tis the Law Marine
+No form but that of Captain must on this Bay be seen;
+So look at me, my maiden, mark my windward eye,
+Neptune his sweet Venus loves no more than I.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay
+Thus the loving Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+What are those far Highlands, blue as Beauty's eye
+Looking like the islands of an upper sky?
+Take me to their summits that I may explore
+All the caves and creatures I never saw before.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+'Tis a mystic saying: "He who seeks that shore
+Fades and then his fate is never heard of more."
+Such a distant prospect seek not now to spy,
+Let one loving sailor fill your starry eye.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,
+Thus the gallant Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+MAIDEN.
+
+Where is the Atlantic? I've heard grandfather say
+He sailed on its huge surge from Holland far away,
+O take me to the Ocean where the steamer sails,
+A wonder to the lubbers and terror to the whales.
+
+
+CAPTAIN.
+
+Lubbers' yarns! My Maiden, trust you what I say,
+There never was an Ocean--nothing but this Bay,
+And if you'll be my bride, the whole world we'll explore,
+In sight of New York Harbor and Staten Island shore.
+Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the Bay,
+Thus the married Captain sails his life away.
+
+
+
+
+IT IS TIME TO BEGIN TO CONCLUDE.
+
+
+Ye Parsons, desirous all sinners to save,
+  And to make each a prig or a prude,
+If two thousand long years have not made us behave,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Husbands, who wish your sweet mates to grow mum,
+  And whose tongues you have never subdued,
+If ten years of your reign have not made them grow dumb,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Matrons of men whose brown meerschaum still mars
+  The sweet kiss with tobacco bedewed,
+After pleading nine years, if they still puff cigars,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Lawyers, who aim to reform all the land,
+  And your statutes forever intrude,
+If five thousand lost years have not worked as you planned,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Lovers, who sigh for the heart of a maid,
+  And for forty-four years have pursued,
+If two scores of young years have not taught you your trade,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+Ye Doctors, who claim to cure every ill,
+  And so much of mock learning exude,
+If the _Comma Bacillus_ still laughs at your pill,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Maidens of Fifty who lonely abide,
+  Yet who heartily scout solitude,
+If Jack with his whiskers is not at your side,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Ye Spaniards, akin to the Mexican mule,
+  And who have not fair Cuba subdued,
+After three bloody years of your miscreant rule,
+  It is time you began to conclude.
+
+We commend to your mind Bill McKinley's big toe
+  In a boot that is rugged and rude,
+When that boot and that toe give you notice to go,
+  It is time to begin to conclude.
+
+Walk Spanish from Cuba, with Miles at your heel,
+  And by Fitz Hugh the Southron pursued,
+Or you'll learn from a thrust of American steel
+  That it's time you began to conclude.
+
+And Sigsbee will soon shoot it all very plain
+  Into Blanco's most murderous brood,
+That the cry from the blood of the Men of the Maine
+  Makes it meet for mere talk to conclude.
+
+
+
+
+MARSHAL NEY'S FAREWELL.
+
+
+Adieu to France! Land of the Brave, farewell!
+  Sleep sweetly there, thy sons will watch by thee,
+High as thy hills their burning blood will swell,
+  To leave thee as they find thee, fair and free.
+The nations gaze and tremble at thy spell,
+  A vision of eternal Liberty,
+Emerging from a swift and bloody birth,
+The terror, wonder, glory of the earth.
+
+Yet, France, farewell! One son may find his grave
+  Beneath thy soil, and leave thee marching still,
+Napoleon with his millions of the brave,
+  Along the paths of glory, at thy will.
+Soldiers, farewell! And when your banners wave
+  Above my bones beside some nameless hill,
+Stop not the thunder of your glorious tread,
+To mark me sleeping with th' inglorious dead.
+
+And farewell, Foes! Brave hearts and grand of soul;
+  We fought in fierceness, now in peace we part.
+My luckless heart hath ever been the goal
+  Sought by your sabres, but in vain, O Heart!
+Welcome to death amid the drum's far roll,
+  Great souls, where I no more will dare your dart.
+'Tis best to die where war's bluff banners wave,
+Swathed in your guerdon, "Bravest of the brave."
+
+Farewell, the storm-voiced Steed! the hero Horse
+  That snuffs the battle's sulphury breath afar;
+The proudest form, the best compacted force,
+  That hurls the earthquake on the field of war.
+No more I'll ride, on his terrific course,
+  That meteor maddened through the lines ajar,
+While the foe, blanching at the onset, reels
+Before his breath and thunder of his heels.
+
+Farewell, volcanic din, Olympian brattle,
+  The bursting bomb, the thousand-throated cheer
+Tartarean roar, the volleyed rifle rattle,
+  The rocket's lightning line of fire and fear.
+I sought my fate 'mid foes in brilliant battle,
+  Gorging with souls the hungry atmosphere;
+I find my fate from one cold coward's command,
+A dozen bullets, and a friendly hand.
+
+Thus I, once Michael Ney, Marshal of France,
+  And soon a heap of dust, dishonored, sink;--
+I, who have vanned the Empire's fierce advance
+  In triple continents of fame to drink,
+And bore its backward but still levelled lance
+  From Borodino to the icy brink
+Of Beresina; thence defiance hurled
+To the linked thunders of th' embattled world.
+
+No bandage bring. Stark-eyed the hero dies.
+  Do you not know that thus for twenty years
+I've faced both ball and bullet!--for no prize
+  But weal of France, my country? In man's ears,
+Yea and before God's all-beholding eyes,
+  I swear I never wronged her. But Death nears.
+Marshal no more, behold a man expire!
+So now, make ready! Aim! Dear comrades, fire!
+
+
+
+
+THE LILY LAND OF FRANCE.
+
+
+With pensive memories
+  We part the Ocean foam,
+To find 'neath summer skies
+  A country and a home.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris! (_Pa-ree_)
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+Soon, soon, our fading forms
+  Recede into the sea,
+Which, dark with all its storms,
+  Will veil our hearts from thee.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris!
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+In vain, in farther climes,
+  Athwart the sweeping sea,
+We seek, in other times,
+  The heaven we've lost in thee.
+O lily land of France,
+  Farewell! Farewell, Paris!
+Farewell to Life's romance!
+  Welcome the sounding sea!
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE P'S.
+
+THE PRATIE, THE PIG AND POTEEN.
+
+
+    'Tis daily this baste
+    Will prosade to the fayste,
+The best that Ould Oireland has seen;
+    The P's are but three,
+    But they're plenty for me,--
+The Pratie, the Pig, the Poteen.
+
+    The Pratie, in place,
+    Has an iligant face,
+That my mouth opens wide to let in,
+    But, like Widow Machree,
+    He's so glad to see me,
+That he laughs himself out of his shkin.
+    He's so round and so square,
+    As he laughs at me there,
+That he looks loike my brother, I ween;
+    Then I put him to cool
+    On the top of a shtool,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+    Then I put him to cool
+    On the top of a shtool,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+
+But gourmands, ahoy!
+    The Pig is the Boy!
+Indade he's the girl to my taste;
+    The form is so nate,
+    The lip is so swate,
+That I kape her quite close to my waist.
+    But no cannibal I,
+    When I look in her eye,
+The loikes to my sister is seen;
+    So I piously pause
+    In the work of my jaws,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+    So I piously pause
+    In the work of my jaws,
+Till I take a wee drop of Poteen.
+
+    Lave the Pratie to cool
+    On the top of the shtool,
+While we master this question of shtate,
+    Shall I ate? Shall I swig?
+    Musht Poteen or the Pig
+Be the first or the last on my plate?
+    Now my grandfather's ghost
+    Appears at this post,
+So solemn, so awful in mien,
+    To assist and debate
+    This question of shtate
+On the subject of Pork and Poteen.
+
+So he called for his mug,
+    And I gave him the jug,
+Which he placed at his delicate mouth,
+    And he drank it all down,
+    Down, down, Derry down,
+He had such a terrible drouth.
+    Then, with jug held on high,
+    And Poteen in his eye,
+He says--this good ghost says to me:
+    "Hist! Hist! Patrick, hist!
+    And hould ye your whist
+While I shpake out this Scripture to thee.
+
+    'Tis Hibernian Law
+    That, for Oireland's ould jaw,
+If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the Pig.
+    'Tis Hibernian Law
+    That, for Oireland's ould jaw,
+If, at pig-faystes, you ate, shpake or swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the Pig."
+
+    So, since that great day,--
+    Or that night I may say,--
+I cook nothing else for to ate;
+    By the hole o' my coat,
+    It bates Houlahan's goat
+In putting Pat off of his fate.
+    So, for Erin go bragh,
+    'Tis both Gospel and Law
+For to ate, or to shpake or to swig,
+    If you have a great mind,
+    You surely will find
+The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
+The Poteen's the best part of the pig!
+
+
+
+
+
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