There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free, There is blood upon our Banner, and it lies ‘twixt you and me, And, like the blood of…
Author: Samantha Evans
The Dying Soldier To The Nightingale. By A. H. Laidlaw
I plead with tears to thee, Sweet warbler of the shade, Breathe not such strains to me, The sweetest ever made. Who bade thee slight my woes? Who taught to…
The Custer Wail. By A. H. Laidlaw
Dead! Where the bold and brave Blend in one bloody grave; Dead! With no coward clay Weltering in gore that day. Dead! Dead! Ah! – Dead to me. Dead!…
The British Gyp. By A. H. Laidlaw
That luscious lip, the British Gyp, I leave to rove, a reckless ranger, To seek a life, with War for wife, Defying Death, despising danger; Yet while I speed…
The American Girls. By A. H. Laidlaw
Yes! The land we love Is a land of pretty girls, In grand variety; With their many colored eyes And their multi-colored curls, They’ll steal thy heart from thee. If…
The American Girl. By A. H. Laidlaw
The maid for man to love, All other forms above, Is she whose home adorns the loam of this fair land of mine: American in sire, She’s born of…
The American Consummation. By A. H. Laidlaw
The day of War is over When, to please a Prince alone, A thousand slaughtered wretches Were to the eagles thrown. There is gloom upon its glory, There is rust…
The American �a Ira. By A. H. Laidlaw
With a sullen, setting Sun, It will come! With the days of Despots done, It will come! With a sullen, setting Sun, With the days of Despots done, With the wrath…
Tears, Tears. By A. H. Laidlaw
Tears, tears, With wifely fears Immixed – I held my breath, My boy! As down the street The drums did beat That led you to your death, My boy! Oh! Oh! Where’er I…
Tarry Ye Not In Egypt. By A. H. Laidlaw
The Lord is wroth with Pharaoh’s men, Tarry ye not in Egypt! He hath raised His strong arm to smite furrow and fen, And he’ll smite them and…