The Song of the Bullet.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 251, 31 March 1888, Page 5

The Song of the Bullet.

The) simk of in.i. ij .1 Hiioßs thing. And piano .< bi.i\ c nuin s hi uri, Hill L nc\ei know why The.v p^i mo b.v , When I play Mich a noble part. T'R true I liiivc taken « patriot's life SVJicn *-ont nn m,> ine'wme of woe ; JHit 1 whistle ho litchi As I take my /light To laj some tyiaut low : And 1 whiMle so light As 1 tako my tliK'n When 1 la.\ sonic tj mat low : Oh ' oft luivo 1 seen oti the battle plain Invaders lieioe ami stronjf, In their m.mcd nrraj, With their banners gay, To do some v q ik one wrong : Bui I \esj,ed rcioiemgon mj way To seal tor the bitter foe And laiu hin iu> jr'oc To know that ihe free Shall lay the t> i »vita low . And I laujfh in my glee To know Uial Hie free Shall bcallor the bitter too. Tis tnie I have seen the brave ones fall, And Knll.uit hearts laid low. But J laiiKhand I snip: \\ ith a merry rini? \s I whistle ainous the foe : And patriot hejirls lun o leapt for joy When speeding on in) way, For well do tlioj know No coward foe Shall bear ove> thorn the sway; For well do th«y knovr J scatter the foe As 1 whistle aloi'g my wuy.

And now the A\orld hn^ arniour'd for the strife Krom Alps ol snow to Britain's sunny isles ; Uolunibi.'i hurries forth her instrtial life, \ And Austral .'inns; amid her daughter":? j Millies iCuropn's- inuThl.v nations w.'iituitf lie. Like muzzled hounds, lo revel on the pro>, And hurl their \ie{uns throut»h the frighted As \ ictiins fall - or break fell RussiaV situj . Behind strong viunp>ivK wily Rusaians sUintl I ike t'o^s at bnj, enirciiclied far nrouml ; > 01, bi'iive detenders of a mothor Innd, Nor heroes lighting for their holy urowncl ;

But more machines, directed, trained to fight (Ohm ing engines of a despot, power) ; All aimless these, yot stubborn in their might— More '-t unborn "thoy in death's tremennous hour. Ad 1 ere his ruthli'ss >a\vs eivnlt a town. Iliri dcaihlv maw still crii- for newer prnv. Alas! Tual Russia's thunder-charged frown .Should fiiglil, nld freedom from her realms away ; llisHlill unsafed p aver, his frenzied cry, In dfi>s of penu\ or agonising war, It rolls from (^rcoian to Siberian hky, "Une Cioil, one kingdom, and one mighty Czar!" 0 ' for a viol or Urticf or dtt'mlless Tell, To lead th' 1 host and marfihal forth tho bravo Who arm for freedom, and who bound the knHI Of tyrant kinglets who oppress the slave. Isiii w?u\ ala 1 -! is but a butehcr's pume, Tne battle f i * ■ J « J , a sliamble, barvest'd o'er With mantrlcd limbs, the dead, the cannon's fi.une With ri\ ers reeking with a nation's gore !