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The Light Artillery. 297

THE LIGHT ARTILLERY.

(Anonymous.)

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-

"Load!"

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.

"Cease firing!"

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 !"