Sumpter Rifles
Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs,
Not the groans of starving labor;
Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing
To the clash of the flashing sabre!
There are Irish ranks on the tented banks
Of Columbia's guarded ocean;
And an iron clank from flank to flank
Tells of armed men in motion.
And frank souls there clear true and bare
To all, as the steel beside them,
Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate,
Till the grave of the valiant hide them.
Each seems to be mailed Ard Righ,
Whose sword's avenging glory
Must light the fight and smite for Right,
Like Brian's in olden story!
With pale affright and panic flight
Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow,
Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place,
Charge to the shout of "Faugh-a-ballaugh!"
By the sould above, by the land we love
Her tears bleeding patience
The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught
The brazen liar of nations.
Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs,
Not the groans of starving labor;
Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing
To the clash of the flashing sabre!
There are Irish ranks on the tented banks
Of Columbia's guarded ocean;
And an iron clank from flank to flank
Tells of armed men in motion.
With pale affright and panic flight
Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow,
Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place,
Charge to the shout of "Faugh-a-ballaugh!"
By the sould above, by the land we love
Her tears bleeding patience
The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught
The brazen liar of nations.
The knaves that rest on Columbia's breast,
And the voice of true men stifle;
We'll exorcise from the rescued prize-
Our talisman, the rifle;
For a tyrant's life a bowie knife!-
Of Union knot dissolvers,
The best we ken are stalwart men,
Columbiads and revolvers!
Whoe'er shall march by triumphal arch
Whoe'er may swell the slaughter,
Our drums shall roll from the Capitol
O'er Potomac's fateful water!
Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts
For judgment final and solemn;
Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword
Is doomed line, square, and column!
Not the groans of starving labor;
Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing
To the clash of the flashing sabre!
There are Irish ranks on the tented banks
Of Columbia's guarded ocean;
And an iron clank from flank to flank
Tells of armed men in motion.
And frank souls there clear true and bare
To all, as the steel beside them,
Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate,
Till the grave of the valiant hide them.
Each seems to be mailed Ard Righ,
Whose sword's avenging glory
Must light the fight and smite for Right,
Like Brian's in olden story!
With pale affright and panic flight
Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow,
Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place,
Charge to the shout of "Faugh-a-ballaugh!"
By the sould above, by the land we love
Her tears bleeding patience
The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught
The brazen liar of nations.
Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs,
Not the groans of starving labor;
Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing
To the clash of the flashing sabre!
There are Irish ranks on the tented banks
Of Columbia's guarded ocean;
And an iron clank from flank to flank
Tells of armed men in motion.
With pale affright and panic flight
Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow,
Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place,
Charge to the shout of "Faugh-a-ballaugh!"
By the sould above, by the land we love
Her tears bleeding patience
The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught
The brazen liar of nations.
The knaves that rest on Columbia's breast,
And the voice of true men stifle;
We'll exorcise from the rescued prize-
Our talisman, the rifle;
For a tyrant's life a bowie knife!-
Of Union knot dissolvers,
The best we ken are stalwart men,
Columbiads and revolvers!
Whoe'er shall march by triumphal arch
Whoe'er may swell the slaughter,
Our drums shall roll from the Capitol
O'er Potomac's fateful water!
Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts
For judgment final and solemn;
Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword
Is doomed line, square, and column!
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Writer(s): Derek Warfield
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