A man that is a man, enlists, and fights, yea valiantly;
A man in blue!—Red color too is seen upon his breast!
The strong, the mighty brave, who fights!—who is all boy, all he.
Wild, wild, wild, wild!—I could him kiss forever and a day;
Strong, strong, strong, strong!—I do adore prostrate upon the ground;
Brave, brave, brave, brave!—I will him praise and every homage pay;
Fierce, fierce, fierce, fierce!—I would it tell—in all the world around.
The Night on the Hillside.
(Air: “Old Oaken Bucket.”)
Dedicated to J. F. M.