SONG TO THE SULIOTES.
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JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA.
The dead have been awakened—shall I sleep?
The World's at war with tyrants—shall I crouch?
The harvest's ripe—and shall I pause to reap?
I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch;
Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear,
Its echo in my heart——
June 19, 1823.
[First published, Letters, 1901, vi. 238.]
[First published, Letters, 1901, vi. 238.]
SONG TO THE SULIOTES.
1.
Up to battle! Sons of Suli
Up, and do your duty duly!
There the wall—and there the Moat is:
Bouwah![1] Bouwah! Suliotes!
There is booty—there is Beauty,
Up my boys and do your duty.
2.
By the sally and the rally
Which defied the arms of Ali;
By your own dear native Highlands,
By your children in the islands,
Up and charge, my Stratiotes,
Bouwah!—Bouwah!—Suliotes!
- ↑ "Bouwah!" is their war-cry.
