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WITH HELMET ON HIS BROW.
Music "Le Pette de Tambour."
With helmet on his brow, and sabre on his thigh,
The soldier mounts his gallant steed, to conquer or to die
His plume like a pennon streams on the wanton summer wind,
In the path of glory still that white plume shalt thou find
Then let the trumpet's blast
To the brazen drum reply,
"A soldier must with honour live,
Or at once with honour die!"
O! bright as his own good sword, a soldier's fame must
And pure as the plume that floats above his helm so white and free!
No fear in his heart must dwell, but the dread that shame may throw,
One spot on that blade so bright, one stain on that plume of snow!
Then let the trumpet's blast, &c.
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THE WINDS WHISTLE COLD.
A Glee For Three Voices, from the Musical Major Guy Mannering."
The Words hy D. Tenty, Esq. The Naistely wish yer
The winds whistle eold and the stars glimmer red,
The floeks are in fold and the cattle in shed.
The winds, &e.
When the hoar frost was chill upon moorland and hill,
And was fringing the forest bough, w
Our fathers would trowl the bonnie brown bowl.
And so will we do now, jolly hearts!
And so will we do now.
Gaffer Winter may seize upon milk in the pail;
Twill be long ere be freeze the bald brandy and ale.
For our fathers so bold they laughed at the cold,
When Boreas was bending his brow;
or they quaffed mighty ale, and they told a blithe tale.
And so will we do now, jolly hearts!
And so will we do now
