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THE SWORD OF BUNKER HILL.

William Ross Wallace. Bernard Covert.

Moderato.

1. He lay up - on his dy - ing bed; His eye was growing

2. The sword was brought, the sol-dier's eye Lit with a sud - den

3. "'Twas on that dread, im - mor-tal day, I dared the Brit - on's

4. "O, keep the sword"— his ac - cents broke—A smile — and he was


dim, When with a fee - ble voice he called His

flame; And as he grasped the an - cient blade, He

band, A cap - tain raised this blade on me,— I

dead— But his wrin - kled hand still grasped the blade Up-


weeping son to him: 'Weep not, my boy! " the vet-'ran said, "I

murmered War-ren's name: Then said, "My boy, I leave you gold— But

tore it from his hand: And while the glo - rious bat - tle raged, It

on that dy - ing bed. The son re-mains; the sword re- mains— Its