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Soldier songs |
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Oh, I was slow-plodding and steady;
Not hot, like the carbine, to raid, But when he found trouble too ready
He was glad of his big brother's aid; For sometimes he'd scatter the outposts,
Then wait, if the foe proved too stout, Till, at "Front into line!" It was business of mine While the infantry volleyed the rout — rout, rout! While I cleared out the village in rout!
But those years have sped; long silent are my lips;
Now my sturdy grandson rules the host I knew, And a drab-clad army trusts his five-shell clips
As of old the blue-clad held my one shot true.
Still, my dotage takes solace of glory
From my turbulent youth and its scenes. As vivid with valorous story
As the isles of the far Philippines. Though the steel-jacket smokeless is sovereign And I'm proud of my name on his crest, It was black smoke and lead When the skirmish lines spread With the Springfield that conquered the West—West,
West! With the hard-fighting arm of the West! |
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