. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . e publisher observed in thispoem the lines : * The British soldier tremblesWhen Marions name is told, 97 Qom of /Ifcarion^s /Iften and assured Irving that he could not offer a work con-taining such a statement to a British public. It was im-possible to consult the author, three thousand miles away,and Irving ventured to change the objectionable passageso that it should read : The foeman trembles in his campWhen Marions name
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . e publisher observed in thispoem the lines : * The British soldier tremblesWhen Marions name is told, 97 Qom of /Ifcarion^s /Iften and assured Irving that he could not offer a work con-taining such a statement to a British public. It was im-possible to consult the author, three thousand miles away,and Irving ventured to change the objectionable passageso that it should read : The foeman trembles in his campWhen Marions name is told. There is no reason to believe that Mr. Bryant ever re-sented the liberty or regarded it otherwise than as an actof friendly intervention ; but some years later WilliamLeggett, who had long been Mr. Bryants editorial asso-ciate in the office of the Evening Post, but had severedhis connection with that paper, made a virulent assaultupon Irving in the Plaindealer on account of the changehe had made, even going so far as to intimate that boththat and his dealings with one of his own works weredictated by mean sycophancy and cowardice on Irvingspart.—Editor.]. vSONG OF MARIONS MEN. OUR band is few, but true and tried,Our leader frank and bold ;The British soldier trembles When Marions name is fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress tree ;We know the forest round us ; As seamen know the sea;We know its walls of thorny vines, Its glades of reedy safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. 99 100 Song of /IRarion^s /IRen Woe to the English soldiery That little dread us near !On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear ;When, waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain,And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ;And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind,And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil ;We talk the batt
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