 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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ALL THE LAND IS ARMED.
I
Shall we sit moping by the fire,Nor feel our free blood warm'd?
Shall we sit moping by the fire,
When all the land is arm'd?
Chor. When all the land is arm'd, my friend,
When all the land is arm'd,
We'll try a shot, let's hit or not,
When all the land is arm'd.
II
Our homes and wives are dear to us,And all our children dear;
But ill shall we display our love,
If we sit moping here.
Chor. When all the land is arm'd, &c.
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III
Here we have lived, and laugh'd, and loved,And shall we not defend
These scenes of hallow'd happiness,
Which round our homes extend?
Chor. When all the land is arm'd, &c.
IV
The tall maypole round which we danced,The porch with woodbine twined,
Bring memories of old happy times,
Like sunshine to the mind.
Chor. When all the land is arm'd, &c.
V
There Sue was wed, here Jack was born,There sleep our parents dear;
Such treasures we're unworthy of,
If we sit moping here.
Chor. When all the land is arm'd, &c.
T. M.
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