SO, they will have it! The Black Witch (curse on her) Always had won her Greediest demand -- for we gave it -- All but our honor! Thirty hours thundered Siege-guns and mortars -- (Flames in the quarters!) One to a hundred Stood our brave Forters! No more of parties! -- Let them all moulder -- Here's work that's bolder! Forward, my hearties! Shoulder to shoulder. Sight o'er the trunnion -- Send home the rammer -- Linstock and hammer! Speak for the Union! Tones that won't stammer! Men of Columbia, Leal hearts from Annan, Brave lads of Shannon! We are all one to-day -- On with the cannon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY |