Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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THE TRUMP OF WAR HATH CEASED TO BLOW.
The trump of war hath ceased to blow,
And Britain has no more a foe;
The sword is sheathed that Scotia drew,
That gleamed so red on Waterloo.
That morn in darkness rose the sun,
And darkly, too, our weapons shone;
And lightning's flash displayed to view
The blood-stained field of Waterloo.
And Britain has no more a foe;
The sword is sheathed that Scotia drew,
That gleamed so red on Waterloo.
That morn in darkness rose the sun,
And darkly, too, our weapons shone;
And lightning's flash displayed to view
The blood-stained field of Waterloo.
At morn they rushed to meet the foe,
But night beheld the warriors low;
At morn they marched o'er spangled dew,
At night they bled on Waterloo.
The shout of victory rose on high,
But closed in death the victors lie;
Yet the sun shall take his last adieu,
Ere the fame shall cease of Waterloo!
But night beheld the warriors low;
At morn they marched o'er spangled dew,
At night they bled on Waterloo.
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But closed in death the victors lie;
Yet the sun shall take his last adieu,
Ere the fame shall cease of Waterloo!
The trumpet sounds, but ne'er again
Shall Scotia's warriors hear the strain;
They sleep, but not on their mountains blue,
The heroes' bed is Waterloo!
Britannia weeps for many a son,
And a wail is heard in Caledon
For the gallant youths, so brave and true,
Who, fighting, fell on Waterloo!
Shall Scotia's warriors hear the strain;
They sleep, but not on their mountains blue,
The heroes' bed is Waterloo!
Britannia weeps for many a son,
And a wail is heard in Caledon
For the gallant youths, so brave and true,
Who, fighting, fell on Waterloo!
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