To the curb he swung the horses, and he flung his life away!
Ring, swing, bells in the steeple!
Ring the Star and ring the Cross, for Star and Cross are one!
Ring, swing, bells, to tell the people
God is pleased with manly men, and deeds that they have done!
GUION
Is it so hard to die in the glory and fury of fight?
Sweet is the death for the flag—splendid the death when Fame
Snatches the sinking torch, and lifts it alive, alight!—
Let us remember his name who drank of a cup of flame