Ladies
SOMEBODY’S PBJDB. Plume on liis helmet, and sword to the shoulder, Sound the advance! Never call the retreat! Some are as fair, not a man can look bolder, Beining his charger to ride down the street.; Up with the windows, the regiment passes. Glory will cover the colours that droop; Xiove lights the eyes and the lips of the lassies. Somebody nods to the Pride of the Troop. Dust on his helmet, and sword that is broken; Sound the recall to the scattering men ! Victory wavers, with death for its token. Hundreds return to us. Where are the ten ? Lone in a chamber a maiden is weeping— Eyes that have sparkled with sorrow can droop, Dead on the battlefield heroes are sleeping. Somebody prays for the Pride of the Troop. Laurel on helmet, a sword that is rusted, Gather the women, and marshal the men! Honour is due to the soldiers we trusted, Cheer for the hundred, but weep'for the ten ! Out from the crowd a maiden is lifted. Lifted on shoulders that gallantly stoop ; Tears are forgotten, and sorrow' has drifted, Somebody kisses the Pride of the Troop! —[Clement Scott, in Home Chimes.
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Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 8, 20 May 1893, Page 3
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195Ladies Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 8, 20 May 1893, Page 3
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