War Songs of BritainA. Constable, 1903 - 239 Seiten |
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... horse to grass ; And he that had not a bonnie boy , His ain servant he was . But up then spake a little page , Before the peep of dawn— " O waken ye , waken ye , my good lord , For Percy ' s hard at hand . ” THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE ...
... horse to grass ; And he that had not a bonnie boy , His ain servant he was . But up then spake a little page , Before the peep of dawn— " O waken ye , waken ye , my good lord , For Percy ' s hard at hand . ” THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE ...
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... horses ' head . " " O na , O na ! " says John the Graeme , " That thing maun never be ; The gallant Graemes were never beat , We'll trie what we can dee . " As I cam on , and further on , And down and by Harlaw ; They fell fu ' close on ...
... horses ' head . " " O na , O na ! " says John the Graeme , " That thing maun never be ; The gallant Graemes were never beat , We'll trie what we can dee . " As I cam on , and further on , And down and by Harlaw ; They fell fu ' close on ...
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... Like a storm suddenly The English archery Stuck the French horses . With Spanish yew so strong , Arrows a cloth - yard long That like to serpents stung , Piercing the weather ; None from his fellow starts , But playing manly parts 71.
... Like a storm suddenly The English archery Stuck the French horses . With Spanish yew so strong , Arrows a cloth - yard long That like to serpents stung , Piercing the weather ; None from his fellow starts , But playing manly parts 71.
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... horse at your hand is ready , Another day ye may the worship win , And reign in right and royalty , And keep your crown and be our king ! ” " Nay give me my battle - axe in my hand , And the crown of England on my helm so high , For by ...
... horse at your hand is ready , Another day ye may the worship win , And reign in right and royalty , And keep your crown and be our king ! ” " Nay give me my battle - axe in my hand , And the crown of England on my helm so high , For by ...
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... horses ' feet , With dinted shield , and helmet beat , The falcon - crest and plumage gone , Can that be haughty Marmion ? Young Blount his armour did unlace , And , gazing on his ghastly face , · Said " By Saint George , he's gone ...
... horses ' feet , With dinted shield , and helmet beat , The falcon - crest and plumage gone , Can that be haughty Marmion ? Young Blount his armour did unlace , And , gazing on his ghastly face , · Said " By Saint George , he's gone ...
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Airlie banner battle BATTLE OF NASEBY blaw blood Blow the bugle bonnet of Bonny BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE Bonny Dundee brave bonny lass British grenadiers Campbells are coming captain charge cheer Cheviot Cromdale crown dark dead death deep Devon drum Earl England English fair fame fell fierce fight flew FLODDEN FIELD follow thee ford fought gallant hand hath haughs HAUGHS OF CROMDALE heard Hearts of oak heroes hills honour horse hundred pipers Johnnie Cope Kabul river Kenmure's King Charles lads Ladysmith land Lord loud Mary Ambree merry Montrose morning ne'er never night noble o-ho o'er Otterbourne ower Percy pibroch pride Riflemen form rode rose row row shout sing slain soldiers SONG sound spear squadrons steed stood storm stormy tempests blow sword There's thou thousand thread thunder trumpet twas victory wild wound
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Seite 148 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Seite 149 - My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by : They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Seite 183 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Seite 13 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Seite 75 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended ; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather!
Seite 65 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 176 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 69 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Seite 185 - ... in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Seite 39 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!