“By the splendor of God!” was a characteristic oath of William the Conqueror. By the splendor of God! We come! We come! To fight to the…
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The Union Oath. By A. H. Laidlaw
By the Revolution’s dead, By their Blood in battle shed, By the Earth that drank their gore, By the Heaven in which they soar, By the Union Stripe and…
The Three P’s. – The Pratie, The Pig And Poteen. By A. H. Laidlaw
‘Tis daily this baste Will prosade to the fayste, The best that Ould Oireland has seen; The P’s are but three, But they’re plenty for me, – The Pratie, the…
The Lily Land Of France. By A. H. Laidlaw
With pensive memories We part the Ocean foam, To find ‘neath summer skies A country and a home. O lily land of France, Farewell! Farewell, Paris! (Pa-ree) Farewell to Life’s romance! Welcome…
The Light Of Your Beautiful Eyes. By A. H. Laidlaw
As I stroll by the stream where you stray, A beam is reflected afar, Which seems, on the waters, a ray – The ray from a luminous star. What…
The Good Ship “Ohio.” By A. H. Laidlaw
Swift o’er the lee when the wind flies free, Follows the ship “Ohio,” With skies o’ercast she bends to the blast, Like a billowy bird she can fly,…
The Flag Of Brothers. By A. H. Laidlaw
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…
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…