The Soldier's Dream 2209 Heart of oak are our ships, We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes! Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea; THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, When reposing that night on my pallet of straw Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore And my "Stay, stay with us!-rest!-thou art weary and worn!" Thomas Campbell [1777–1844] THE CAVALIER'S SONG A STEED, a steed of matchless speed! A sword of metal keen! All else to noble hearts is dross, All else on earth is mean. The neighing of the war-horse proud, The clangor of the trumpet loud, Be sounds from heaven that come; May tole from heaven an angel bright, And rouse a fiend from hell. Then mount! then mount, brave gallants all, And don your helms amain; Death's couriers, Fame and Honor, call Us to the field again. No shrewish fears shall fill our eye When the sword-hilt's in our hand Heart-whole we'll part, and no whit sigh Cavalier Tunes Let piping swain, and craven wight, Our business is like men to fight, And hero-like to die! 221I William Motherwell (1797-1835] CAVALIER TUNES I-MARCHING ALONG KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, God for King Charles! Pym and such carles Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Till you're Chorus.-Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. Hampton to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Chorus.-Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song? Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls Chorus.-March we along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song! II-GIVE A ROUSE King Charles, and who'll do him right now? Who gave me the goods that went since? Cho.-King Charles, and who'll do him right now? To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool's side that begot him? While Noll's damned troopers shot him? Cho.-King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now, King Charles! III-BOOT AND SADDLE Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Cho.-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array: Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay, Cho.-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!” The Song of the Camp 2213 Who? My wife Gertrude, that, honest and gay, Cho.-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" Robert Browning [1812-1889] THE SONG OF THE CAMP "GIVE us a song!" the soldiers cried, The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay, grim and threatening, under; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff No longer belched its thunder. There was a pause. A guardsman said, "We storm the forts to-morrow; Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow." They lay along the battery's side, Below the smoking cannon: Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde, They sang of love, and not of fame; Each heart recalled a different name, Voice after voice caught up the song, Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem, rich and strong,― Their battle-eve confession. Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, Washed off the stains of powder. |