 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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OH! DARK WILL THAT DAY BE.
I
Oh! dark will that day be when the invaderSees the white cliffs of Albion first rise on his sight,
For Britannia's brave sons, who rush forth to aid her,
Will dye them with crimson before it is night;
And every highway o'er her green island lying
Will be covered with dead, or choked up with the dying;
While succours will still from the inland come flying,
And not a coward be found on the Isle of the Free.
II
The beach where the foe lands with blood will be flowing,And the waves bear it backward to redden the sea;
While far out the billows the stain will keep throwing,
Lest it should pollute the pure air of the free.
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And the rifle's pale flash o'er the wild waves be streaming;
While through the dun smoke the shrill trumpets loud screaming,
Will call to the struggle the sons of the free.
T. M.
| Original Songs (1861) | |