Gathering Song.Air—Bonny Boat.Oh, gayly sound the bugles shrill,Adown the mountain-glen,And loudly on the breezes thrillThe songs of loyal men!Still marching on with iron trampTo battle’s wild accords,They point to vile Rebellion’s camp,And clash their fathers’ swords!Oh, proudly throbs each patriot’s heart,When, thundering from afar,O’er woodland-glen, or mountain-crest,Upswells the loud hurrah!While trumpet-peal and rattling drum,And wild artillery’s roar,Proclaim that Freedom’s soldiers comeAs came their sires of yore.
Air—Bonny Boat.
Oh, gayly sound the bugles shrill,Adown the mountain-glen,And loudly on the breezes thrillThe songs of loyal men!Still marching on with iron trampTo battle’s wild accords,They point to vile Rebellion’s camp,And clash their fathers’ swords!Oh, proudly throbs each patriot’s heart,When, thundering from afar,O’er woodland-glen, or mountain-crest,Upswells the loud hurrah!While trumpet-peal and rattling drum,And wild artillery’s roar,Proclaim that Freedom’s soldiers comeAs came their sires of yore.
Oh, gayly sound the bugles shrill,Adown the mountain-glen,And loudly on the breezes thrillThe songs of loyal men!Still marching on with iron trampTo battle’s wild accords,They point to vile Rebellion’s camp,And clash their fathers’ swords!Oh, proudly throbs each patriot’s heart,When, thundering from afar,O’er woodland-glen, or mountain-crest,Upswells the loud hurrah!While trumpet-peal and rattling drum,And wild artillery’s roar,Proclaim that Freedom’s soldiers comeAs came their sires of yore.
Oh, gayly sound the bugles shrill,Adown the mountain-glen,And loudly on the breezes thrillThe songs of loyal men!Still marching on with iron trampTo battle’s wild accords,They point to vile Rebellion’s camp,And clash their fathers’ swords!
Oh, gayly sound the bugles shrill,
Adown the mountain-glen,
And loudly on the breezes thrill
The songs of loyal men!
Still marching on with iron tramp
To battle’s wild accords,
They point to vile Rebellion’s camp,
And clash their fathers’ swords!
Oh, proudly throbs each patriot’s heart,When, thundering from afar,O’er woodland-glen, or mountain-crest,Upswells the loud hurrah!While trumpet-peal and rattling drum,And wild artillery’s roar,Proclaim that Freedom’s soldiers comeAs came their sires of yore.
Oh, proudly throbs each patriot’s heart,
When, thundering from afar,
O’er woodland-glen, or mountain-crest,
Upswells the loud hurrah!
While trumpet-peal and rattling drum,
And wild artillery’s roar,
Proclaim that Freedom’s soldiers come
As came their sires of yore.