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Charles Godfrey Leland (search for this): chapter 142
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cavalry song. by Charles Godfrey Leland. Weaponed well, to war we ride, With sabres ringing by our side,-- The warning knell of death to all Who hold the holiest cause in thrall: The sacred Right Which grows to Might, The day which dawns in blood-red light. Weaponed well, to war we ride, To conquer, tide what may betide, For never yet beneath the sun Was battle by the devil won: For what to thee Defeat may be, Time makes a glorious victory. Weaponed well, to war we ride-- Who braves the battle wins the bride; Who dies the death for truth shall be Alive in love eternally: Though dead he lies, Soft, starry eyes Smile hope to him from purple skies. Weaponed well, to war we ride-- Hurrah!
for the surging thunder-tide, When the cannon's roar makes all seem large And the war-horse screams in the crashing charge, And the rider strong Whom he bears along Is a death-dart shot at the yielding throng. Weaponed well, to war we ride: The ball is open, the hall is wide- The sabre, as it quit
Knickerbocker (search for this): chapter 142