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 to perish Is the loss of one bright eye,...
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 thee as they find thee, fair and free....
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. ...
There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free, There is blood upon our Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me, And, like the blood of Abel, it crieth from the sod,...
With pensive memories We part the Ocean foam, To find 'neath summer skies A country and a home. O lily land of France, Farewell! Farewell, Paris! (Pa-ree) Farewell to Life's romance!...
Weep not for him who, in the battle dying, Lives in the lays of those he sought to save; Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying, Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;...