Up to battle! Sons of Suli Up, and do your duty duly! There the wall -- and there the Moat is: Bouwah! Bouwah! Suliotes! There is booty -- there is Beauty, Up my boys and do your duty. 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! As our ploughshare is the Sabre: Here's the harvest of our labour; For behind those batter'd breaches Are our foes with all their riches: There is Glory -- there is plunder -- Then away despite of thunder! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TIME FOR PRAYER by G. BENNETT |