CASTLE WILLIAM
WhereButtermilk Channel doth seek to beguileDiffident margins of Governor’s Isle,There is a fortress all bastioned and chill,Known to the army as old “Castle Bill.”There are occasions when soldiers may smile;Not in that castle on Governor’s Isle;Not in the cloisters where sentries abound;Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground.Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers,Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers;They have gone onward to zones of desire,Scorning all theories of musketry fire;They have advanced to civilian vales,Building new barracks for sweet nightingales.Yet they revert in their leisure sedate,Seeing in visions that old castle gate;Still they remember their days in the mill—Down in the casemates of old “Castle Bill.”
WhereButtermilk Channel doth seek to beguileDiffident margins of Governor’s Isle,There is a fortress all bastioned and chill,Known to the army as old “Castle Bill.”There are occasions when soldiers may smile;Not in that castle on Governor’s Isle;Not in the cloisters where sentries abound;Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground.Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers,Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers;They have gone onward to zones of desire,Scorning all theories of musketry fire;They have advanced to civilian vales,Building new barracks for sweet nightingales.Yet they revert in their leisure sedate,Seeing in visions that old castle gate;Still they remember their days in the mill—Down in the casemates of old “Castle Bill.”
WhereButtermilk Channel doth seek to beguileDiffident margins of Governor’s Isle,
WhereButtermilk Channel doth seek to beguile
Diffident margins of Governor’s Isle,
There is a fortress all bastioned and chill,Known to the army as old “Castle Bill.”
There is a fortress all bastioned and chill,
Known to the army as old “Castle Bill.”
There are occasions when soldiers may smile;Not in that castle on Governor’s Isle;
There are occasions when soldiers may smile;
Not in that castle on Governor’s Isle;
Not in the cloisters where sentries abound;Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground.
Not in the cloisters where sentries abound;
Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground.
Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers,Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers;
Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers,
Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers;
They have gone onward to zones of desire,Scorning all theories of musketry fire;
They have gone onward to zones of desire,
Scorning all theories of musketry fire;
They have advanced to civilian vales,Building new barracks for sweet nightingales.
They have advanced to civilian vales,
Building new barracks for sweet nightingales.
Yet they revert in their leisure sedate,Seeing in visions that old castle gate;
Yet they revert in their leisure sedate,
Seeing in visions that old castle gate;
Still they remember their days in the mill—Down in the casemates of old “Castle Bill.”
Still they remember their days in the mill—
Down in the casemates of old “Castle Bill.”