Saturday, September 11, 2010

O What Is That Sound

O What Is That Sound

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear?
Over the distance brightly, brightly?
Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear?
What are they doing this morning, this morning?
Only their usual maneuvers, dear,
O perhaps a warning.

O why have they left the road down there?
Or why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
Perhaps a change in the orders, dear.
O haven’t they stopped for the doctor’s care:
Haven’t they reined their horses, their horses?
Why, they are none of them wounded, dear,
None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want with white hair;
Is it the parson, is it, is it?
No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me, here!
Were the vows you swore me deceiving, deceiving?
No, I promised to love you, dear,
But I must be leaving.

O it’s broken the lock and splintered the door,
O it’s the gate where they’re turning, turning;
Their feet are heavy on the floor
And their eyes are burning.

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