THE CAVALIER’S GLEE.
By Capt. Blackford, of General Stuart’s Staff.
Air—“The Pirate’s Glee.”
| Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding Of barbs that bear us to the fray; “The charge” our bugles now are sounding, And our bold Stuart leads the way. Chorus.—The path to honor lies before us Our hated foeman gather fast; At home bright eyes are sparkling for us, And we’ll defend them to the last. Spur on! spur on! we love the rushing Of steeds that spurn the turf they tread; We’ll through the Northern ranks go crushing, With our proud battle-flag o’erhead. Chorus. Spur on! spur on! we love the flashing Of blades that battle to be free; ’Tis for our sunny South they’re clashing, For household gods and liberty. Chorus. |
SONG.
Air—“Faintly Flows the Falling River.”
| Here we bring a fragrant tribute, To the bed where valor sleeps, Though they missed the victor’s triumph, O’er their tomb a nation weeps, Honor through all time be rendered, To their proud, heroic names, Fondly be their mem’ry cherished, Bright their never-dying fame. Glowing in young manhood’s beauty, Sprang they at their country’s call, Made before the foeman’s legions ’Round our homes a living wall. By disease’s foul breath withered, Ere had dawned the battle-day, On the fever couch of anguish, Thousands passed from earth away. Thousands, after deeds whose daring, With their glory filled the land, Fell before the flying foeman, On the fields won by their hand. Mourning o’er the fruitless struggle, Bowed beneath the hand of God, Come we weeping and yet proudly, Now to deck this sacred sod. |