 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“UNDER THE RED, WHITE, BLUE.”
We are brothers, although we differ,
As we proved in our desperate plight,
When the dying lad grew stiffer,
And we carried him out of the fight;
When the bullets were fiercely raining,
On the dwindling ranks of men,
And each soldier his best was straining—
We thought of no parties then.
Under the blood-stained banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
Form in the famous manner,
Englishmen, do your due.
As we proved in our desperate plight,
When the dying lad grew stiffer,
And we carried him out of the fight;
When the bullets were fiercely raining,
On the dwindling ranks of men,
And each soldier his best was straining—
We thought of no parties then.
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Under the red, white, blue,
Form in the famous manner,
Englishmen, do your due.
We are patriots, if we sever
For a season, after strife;
We are comrades still, whatever
Be the lot of our peaceful life.
We may sit upon separate benches,
We may bicker a bit and nag;
But we toiled in the same dark trenches,
And we honour the same old flag.
Under the glorious banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
Stand in the steadfast manner,
Irishmen, do your due.
For a season, after strife;
We are comrades still, whatever
Be the lot of our peaceful life.
We may sit upon separate benches,
We may bicker a bit and nag;
But we toiled in the same dark trenches,
And we honour the same old flag.
Under the glorious banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
Stand in the steadfast manner,
Irishmen, do your due.
We are strong when we keep united,
We are weak when we wildly part;
But if helping be once invited,
We were never twain at heart.
And we rode from a common stable,
While we knelt on a common sod;
We were fed at one Mother's table,
And are worshippers of one God.
Under the world-wide banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
March in the ancient manner,
Englishmen, still be true.
We are weak when we wildly part;
But if helping be once invited,
We were never twain at heart.
And we rode from a common stable,
While we knelt on a common sod;
We were fed at one Mother's table,
And are worshippers of one God.
Under the world-wide banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
March in the ancient manner,
Englishmen, still be true.
We may quarrel about our trifles,
And from sundered platforms see;
When we handle our swords and rifles,
We are friends and in all agree.
In the presence of public dangers,
When the empire is threatened sore,
We forget we were ever strangers,
We can quarrel then no more.
Under the Union's banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
Fight in the fearless manner,
Irishmen, still be true.
And from sundered platforms see;
When we handle our swords and rifles,
We are friends and in all agree.
In the presence of public dangers,
When the empire is threatened sore,
We forget we were ever strangers,
We can quarrel then no more.
Under the Union's banner,
Under the red, white, blue,
Fight in the fearless manner,
Irishmen, still be true.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |