The Light Artillery. 297
THE LIGHT ARTILLERY.
On the unstained sward of a gentle slope, Full of valor, and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a coming sea; Why lingers the light artillery ?
" Action front !"
Whirling the Parrotts like children's toys, The horses strain to the rushing noise; To right and to left, so fast and free, They carry the light artillery.
"Drive on !"
The gunner cries, with a tug and a jerk, The limbers fly, and we bend to our work; The handspike in, and the implements out We wait for the word, and it comes with a shout-
The foes pour on their billowy line; Can nothing check their bold design ? With yells and oaths of fiendish glee, They rush for the light artillery.
u Commence firing !" Hurrah! hurrah! our bulldogs bark, And the enemy's line is a glorious mark; Hundreds fall like grain on the lea, Mowed down by the light artillery.
" Fire !" and " Load !" are the only cries, Thundered and rolled to the vaulted skies; Aha! they falter, they halt, they flee, From the hail of the light artillery.
The battle is over, the victory won, Ere the dew is dried by the rising sun; While the shout bursts out, like a full-voiced sea, 11 Hurrah, for the light artillery !"