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Each carbine sends its whizzing ball ;
Into the fight!
Dash on beneath the smoking dome;
Through level lightnings gallop nearer!
Cut left and right!
They flee before our fierce attack !
They fall! they in broken surges !
Home, and good-night!
UR bugles sound gayly. To horse and away !
And over the mountains breaks the day ;
And whether we fight or whether we fall
Then mount and away ! let the coward delight
And whether we fight, etc.
See yonder the ranks of the traitorous foe,
fight; Then charge ! with a will, boys, and God for the right ! And whether we fight, etc.
We have gathered again the red laurels of war ;
But whether we fight, etc.
ARK! the rattling roll of the musketeers,
And the ruffled drums, and the rallying cheers, And the rifles burn with a keen desire Like the crackling whips of a hemlock fire, And the singing shot and the shrieking shell And the splintered fire on the shattered hell, And the great white breaths of the cannon smoke As the growling guns by batteries spoke ; And the ragged gaps in the walls of blue Where the iron surge rolled heavily through, That the Colonel builds with a breath again As he cleaves the din with his “ Close up, men ! ” And the groan torn out from the blackened lips, And the prayer doled slow with the crimsoned drips, And the beaming look in the dying eye As under the cloud the stars go by, “But his soul marched on !" the Captain said, For the Boy in Blue can never be dead !
The Cavalry Cbarge
And the troopers sit in their saddles all
about wheel !”