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 wet, Swing far! Swing free! Strike where the sordid great Revel in royal state, Liberty desolate, Strike far! Strike free! Where the King’s coursers champ, Where the mailed millions tramp, Ringed round the tyrant’s camp, Strike far! Strike…
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…
Maiden Knickerbocker And The Gallant Captain Pickwick. By A. H. Laidlaw
MAIDEN. O my gallant Captain, whither and away? Know’st thou Jersey Pirates smuggle in the bay? Won’t you take me with you for a little fly? If the…
Jock And Jean. By A. H. Laidlaw
JOCK. O’er the deep wi’ me, lassie, Will you, will you? Sail the sounding sea, lassie, Will you, will you? Where the Sacramento flows, ‘Twixt the peaks of sifted snows, Past…
It Is Time To Begin To Conclude. By A. H. Laidlaw
Ye Parsons, desirous all sinners to save, And to make each a prig or a prude, If two thousand long years have not made us behave, It is…
Home! Home! By A. H. Laidlaw
Home! Home! Man may roam While the blood of life is brimming, While the head’s with glory swimming; But, when Love and Life are over, Bring him to the village…
Gif A Lassie Spurn A Laddie. By A. H. Laidlaw
Gif a lassie spurn a laddie Wi’ her needless Nays, Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie Wi’ their loving ways; So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly As a winter day, Bess…
Fare Thee Well, O Love Of Woman! By A. H. Laidlaw
Fare thee well, O Love of Woman! Lip of Beauty, fare thee well! Thy soft heart, divinely human, Holds me by a magic spell. All that grieves me now…