ONE OF THE BRAVEST.
Copyright, 1886, by Willis Woodward A Co.
When the bugle calls to arms, to arms,
The soldier's always ready,
Armed, capable, a hero he,
Is faithful, staunch, and steady,
The battlefield may have its charms,
For those who fame desire,
Go, count the famous battles won
By those who fight with fire.
One of the bravest, one of the bravest,
One of the tenderest in the ranks of all the brave
Never a stranger, where there is danger,
When from the jaws of death there is life to say
Clambering higher into the fire,
Fighting the raging demon undismayed,
Never surrender, loving and tender,
Is the laddie of the fire brigade.
In the dead of night when all the world
In slumber calm is sleeping.
Faithful he stands, while in his hands
Our lives have got their keeping,
The bell peals out its warning note,
Red glows the morning sky,
The fireman at his post is found,
Perhaps he's there to die.-Chorus.
On the burning roof the hero stands,
Close to his bosom pressing,
A baby snatched from out the flames,
With tender touch caressing.
How often does the blazing mass
Become his funeral pyre,
God bless the gallant boys who fought
The demon foe called "fire.-Chorus.