Song to the Suliotes
UP to battle! Sons of SuliUp, 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 rallyWhich 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 battered breachesAre our foes with all their riches:There is Glory--there is plunder--Then away despite of thunder!
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