. 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 . ound gayly. To horse and away !And over the mountains breaks the day ;Then ho ! brothers, ho ! for the ride or the fight,There are deeds to be done ere we slumber to-night!And whether we fight or whether we fallBy sabre-stroke or rifle-ball,The hearts of the free will remember us yet,And our country, our country will never forget! Then mount and away ! let the coward delightTo be lazy all day and safe all night;Our joy is a
. 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 . ound gayly. To horse and away !And over the mountains breaks the day ;Then ho ! brothers, ho ! for the ride or the fight,There are deeds to be done ere we slumber to-night!And whether we fight or whether we fallBy sabre-stroke or rifle-ball,The hearts of the free will remember us yet,And our country, our country will never forget! Then mount and away ! let the coward delightTo be lazy all day and safe all night;Our joy is a charger, flecked with the earth is our bed and the saddle our home ;And whether we fight, etc. See yonder the ranks of the traitorous foe,And bright in the sunshine bayonets glow !Breathe a prayer, but no sigh ; think for what 5^ou would fight;Then charge ! with a will, boys, and God for the right ! And whether we fight, Cavalry Song 255 We have gathered again the red laurels of war ;We have followed the traitors fast and far ;But some who rose gayly this mom with the sunLie bleeding and pale on the field they have won !But w^hether w^e fight, THK CHARGE. By benjamin F. TAYLOR. HARK ! the rattling roll of the musketeers,And the ruffled drums, and the rallying the rifles burn with a keen desireIvike the crackling whips of a hemlock the singing shot and the shrieking shellAnd the splintered fire on the shattered hell,And the great white breaths of the cannon smokeAs the growling guns by batteries spoke ;And the ragged gaps in the walls of blueWhere the iron surge rolled heavily the Colonel builds with a breath againAs he cleaves the din with his Close up, men ! And the groan torn out from the blackened lips,And the prayer doled slow with the crimsoned the beaming look in the dying 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
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