Bird of the summering North, Whither away? Fly you so gaily forth Simply to stay Nested in northern bowers Till the late flushing flowers Turn in October hours Ashen and gray? ...
'Tis here we invade the valley, Away from the realms of breath, And, in most successful sally, We enter the gates of death; So, stand in the last line steady, 'Tis here our true glory lies;...
Gif a lassie spurn a laddie Wi' her needless Nays, Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie Wi' their loving ways; So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly As a winter day, Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly...
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. ...
Sherry's not in saddle, Sherry's not in saddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Boys in blue skedaddle, Boys in blue skedaddle, Zip-zip-zip! Zip-zip-zip!...
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,...
I plead with tears to thee, Sweet warbler of the shade, Breathe not such strains to me, The sweetest ever made. Who bade thee slight my woes? Who taught to pierce my heart?...
Swift o'er the lee when the wind flies free, Follows the ship "Ohio," With skies o'ercast she bends to the blast, Like a billowy bird she can fly, O, And she'll leave all behind in a whispering wind...
'Tis daily this baste Will prosade to the fayste, The best that Ould Oireland has seen; The P's are but three, But they're plenty for me, - The Pratie, the Pig, the Poteen. ...