. 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 . eyeAs under the cloud the stars go by,■But his soul maiched on / the Captain said,For the Boy in Blue can never be dead !256 ^be Cavalry Cbarge 257 And the troopers sit in their saddles all Like statues carved in an ancient hall, And they watch the whirl from their breathless ranks, And their spurs are close to the horses flanks, And the fingers work of the sabre hand— Oh, to bid them live, and to make them grand ! And the b
. 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 . eyeAs under the cloud the stars go by,■But his soul maiched on / the Captain said,For the Boy in Blue can never be dead !256 ^be Cavalry Cbarge 257 And the troopers sit in their saddles all Like statues carved in an ancient hall, And they watch the whirl from their breathless ranks, And their spurs are close to the horses flanks, And the fingers work of the sabre hand— Oh, to bid them live, and to make them grand ! And the bugle sounds to the charge at last. And away they plunge, and the front is passed ! And the jackets blue grow red as they ride. And the scabbards too, that clank by their side, And the dead soldiers deaden the strokes iron-shod As they gallop right on oer the plashy red sod— Right into the cloud all spectral and dim, Right up to the guns black-throated and grim, Right down on the hedges bordered with steel, Right through the dense columns—then •■Right about wheel! Hurrah ! a new swath through the harvest again !Hurrah for the Flag ! To the battle. Amen !. Vol. IT. THE CAVAIvRY CHARGE. By FRANCIS A. DURIVAGK. WITH bray of the trumpetAnd roll of the drum,And keen ring of bugle, The cavalry clank the steel scabbards, The bridle-chains ring, And foam from red nostrils The wild chargers fling. Tramp ! tramp ! oer the greensward That quivers below,Scarce held by the curb-bit The fierce horses go !And the grim-visaged colonel, With ear-rending forth to the squadrons The order : Iroi out! 258 Zbc Cavalry Cbarcje 259 One hand on the scbre, And one on the rein,The troopers move forward In line on the rings the word Gallop ! The steel scabbards clank,And each rowel is pressed To a horses hot flank :And swift is their rush As the w-ild torrents flow,When it pours from the crag On the valley below^ Charge I thunders the leader: Like shaft from the
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