Classic Poem

Sound an alarum! The foe is come!
I hear the tramp, — the neigh, — the hum,
The cry, and the blow of his daring drum:
Huzzah!
Sound! The blast of our trumpet blown
Shall carry dismay into hearts of stone:
What! shall we shake at a foe unknown?
Huzzah! — Huzzah!

Have we not sinews as strong as they?
Have we not hearts that ne'er gave way?
Have we not God on our side to-day?
Huzzah!

Look! They are staggered on yon black heath!
Steady awhile, and hold your breath!
Now is your time, men, — Down like Death!
Huzzah! — Huzzah!

Stand by each other, and front your foes!
Fight, whilst a drop of the red blood flows!
Fight, as ye fought for the old red rose!
Huzzah!
Sound! Bid your terrible trumpets bray!
Blow, till their brazen throats give way!
Sound to the battle! Sound, I say!
Huzzah! — Huzzah! .