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…
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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…
Sword Of Jehovah. By A. H. Laidlaw
Sword of Jehovah, swing O’er the world’s ravening, Wide on the tempest’s wing, Swing far! Swing free! Where the mailed hand is set, Braced to the bayonet, Bloody and warm and…
Sherry In The Saddle. By A. H. Laidlaw
Sherry’s not in saddle, Sherry’s not in saddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Boys in blue skedaddle, Boys in blue skedaddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Sherry’s not in saddle, Sherry’s not in saddle, The Southron gray Is…
See The Field Of Battle Gleams. By A. H. Laidlaw
See, the field of battle gleams Yonward past the tented streams, There the foe is camping; By the thirst-assuaging rill, From the copse behind the hill Hear his war-steeds champing….
Marshal Ney’s Farewell. By A. H. Laidlaw
Adieu to France! Land of the Brave, farewell! Sleep sweetly there, thy sons will watch by thee, High as thy hills their burning blood will swell, To leave…