War Songs of BritainA. Constable, 1903 - 239 Seiten |
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... sleep ; Take thou the vanguard of the three , And hide me by the braken bush , That grows on yonder lilye lee . " O bury me by the braken bush , Beneath the blooming brier , Let never living mortal ken , That e'er a kindly Scot lies ...
... sleep ; Take thou the vanguard of the three , And hide me by the braken bush , That grows on yonder lilye lee . " O bury me by the braken bush , Beneath the blooming brier , Let never living mortal ken , That e'er a kindly Scot lies ...
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... anybody speer at ye , For them we took awa ' , Ye may tell them plain , and very plain , They're sleeping at Harlaw . Anonymous . KING HENRY THE FIFTH BEFORE HARFLEUR 1415 A.D. Once more 64 WAR SONGS OF BRITAIN Anonymous.
... anybody speer at ye , For them we took awa ' , Ye may tell them plain , and very plain , They're sleeping at Harlaw . Anonymous . KING HENRY THE FIFTH BEFORE HARFLEUR 1415 A.D. Once more 64 WAR SONGS OF BRITAIN Anonymous.
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... Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
... Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more , Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall , Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
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... Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true , Hands that never failed their country , Hearts that never baseness knew . THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Sleep ! —and till the 142 WAR SONGS OF BRITAIN.
... Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true , Hands that never failed their country , Hearts that never baseness knew . THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Sleep ! —and till the 142 WAR SONGS OF BRITAIN.
Seite 143
Harold Edgeworth Butler. THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Sleep ! —and till the latest trumpet Wakes the dead from earth and sea , Scotland shall not boast a braver Chieftain than our own Dundee ! William Edmondstoune Aytoun . KILLIECRANKIE July ...
Harold Edgeworth Butler. THE BURIAL MARCH OF DUNDEE Sleep ! —and till the latest trumpet Wakes the dead from earth and sea , Scotland shall not boast a braver Chieftain than our own Dundee ! William Edmondstoune Aytoun . KILLIECRANKIE July ...
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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!