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The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 7/Song to the Suliotes

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!


3.

As our ploughshare is the Sabre:
Here's the harvest of our labour;
For behind those battered breaches
Are our foes with all their riches:
There is Glory—there is plunder—
Then away despite of thunder!

[From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray,
now for the first time printed.]


  1. "Bouwah!" is their war-cry.