 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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THE MOUNTED BRIGADE.
I
We are proud of our chargers—there is no such breed;They've the courage of lions, and the antelope's speed;
And when with their hoofs they the solid earth beat,
The ground seems to thunder while under their feet.
II
And ours are the men who for such steeds seem made,For the whole world can't match our tall Mounted Brigade.
When with charging of sabre, and ringing of steel,
They gallop so fast, the whole scene seems to reel.
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III
Wood, hill, and village they soon leave behind,As if they bestrided the wings of the wind.
Such glancing and prancing, through sunshine and shade,
Is there when we muster our Mounted Brigade.
IV
Let our horses have head, and off they will go;They'll neither boggle at fence nor stop for a foe,
But brook, gate, and hedge in a canter will clear,
And rush at the devil himself were he there.
T. M.
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