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Ouglou's Onslaught.
A Turkish Battle-Song.
Tchassan Ouglou is on!
Tchassan Ouglou is on!
And with him to battle
The faithful are gone.
Allah, il allah!
The tambour is rung;
Into his war-saddle
Each Spahi hath swung;—
Now the blast of the desert
Sweeps over the land,
And the pale fires of heaven
Gleam in each Damask brand.
Allah, il allah!
Tchassan Ouglou is on!
Tchassan Ouglou is on!
Abroad on the winds, all
His Horse-tails are thrown.
'Tis the rush of the eagle
D own cleaving through air,—
