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The complete poetical works of Thomas Campbell

Oxford edition: Edited, with notes by J. Logie Robertson

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TROUBADOUR SONG

ON THE MORNING OF THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO

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(Written for June 18, 1815)

I have buckled the sword to my side,
I have woke at the sound of the drum;
For the banners of France are descried,
And the day of the battle is come!
Thick as dew-drops bespangling the grass
Shine our arms o'er the field of renown,
And the sun looks on thousands, alas!
That will never behold him go down!
Oh, my saint! oh, my mistress! this morn
On thy name how I rest like a charm,
Every dastard sensation to scorn
In the moment of death and alarm!
For what are those foemen to fear,
Or the death-shot descending to crush,
Like the thought that the cheek of my dear
For a stain on my honour should blush?
Fallen chiefs, when the battle is o'er,
Shall to glory their ashes entrust,
While the heart that loves thee to its core
May be namelessly laid in the dust.
Yet content to the combat I go—
Let my love in thy memory rest;
Nor my name shall be lost, for I know
That it lives in the shrine of thy breast!