SING, sing in memory of the brave departed, Let song and wine be poured! Pledge to their fame, the free and fearless hearted, Our brethren of the sword! Oft at the feast, and in the fight, their voices Have mingled with our own; Fill high the cup! but when the soul rejoices, Forget not who are gone. They that stood with us, midst the dead and dying, On Albuera's plain; They that beside us cheerily tracked the flying, Far o'er the hills of Spain; They that amidst us, when the shells were showering From old Rodrigo's wall, The rampart scaled, through clouds of battle towering, First, first at Victory's call; They that upheld the banners, proudly waving, In Roncesvalles' dell, With England's blood, the southern vineyards laving -- Forget not how they fell! Sing, sing in memory of the brave departed, Let song and wine be poured! Pledge to their fame, the free and fearless hearted, Our brethren of the sword! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |