Soldier Songs and Love Songs eBook

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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 free!

Fall where the Kaiser stands,
Guarded by gory bands,
Known by their bloody hands,
    Fall far!  Fall free! 
Till the last Despots die,
Till the Christ, lifted high,
Consummates Destiny,
    Fall far!  Fall free!

BLACK EYES.

The Blue Eye will do if the courting is through
  And the way of the marriage is sunny,
And it helps in the fun till the sweet life is done
  If the girl brings a mint of good money. 
But when aft or before the good parson’s front door,
  With calm or a storm on the track;
For Love red, red hot, with the ducats or not,
  There is never an eye like the Black.

The Hazel is true to you all the way through,
  And it burns with a light warm and steady;
Only if it is Fred that she has in her head,
  It is burning for no one but Freddie. 
But the Black Eye will veer and stake kingdoms to spear
  Whatever it likes on the track,
And as a love-lance to its lord in the dance
  There is never an eye like the Black.

Here then is good health and without or with wealth
  To the deep raven eye of my charmer! 
It’s a heavenly spell when it loves very well,
  Only when it does not it is warmer. 
And it’s little I care, only so I get there,
  Whichever I find on the track,
For Heaven or Hell in its magical spell
  There is never an eye like the Black.

THE AMERICAN CA IRA.

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 of God begun,
    It will come! 
    It will come!

With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
    It will come! 
With remorseless slaughter soon,
    It will come! 
With a ruddy, bloody Moon,
With remorseless slaughter soon,
With our Tyrants stripped and strewn,
    It will come! 
    It will come!

With a meteoric glare,
    It will come! 
With Destruction in the air. 
    It will come! 
With a meteoric glare,
With Destruction in the air,
With the vengeance of Despair,
    It will come! 
    It will come!

With abasement of the proud,
    It will come! 
With the last King’s crimson shroud,
    It will come! 
With abasement of the proud,
With the last King’s crimson shroud,
But with Christ within the cloud,
    It will come! 
    It will come!

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