Eliza Acton

Chieftain’s Song

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On to the field my banners bear,
I shall not long delay!
One last kiss from my lady fair,--
One bright curl of her silken hair,--
And then, away !--away !

On to the field !--and where my plume
Gleams high amid the fray,
There gallant spirits! seek your doom--
A warrior's wreath, or warrior's tomb:--
And now--away !--away! --

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