The Battle of Monterrey (poem into song) lyrics by Charles Fenno Hoffman

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Title | The Battle of Monterrey (poem into song) lyrics by Charles Fenno Hoffman |
Author | phourthefunovit |
Duration | 3:02 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=eA4FTgmWpT4 |
Description
Song: The Battle of Monterrey
Lyrics: Charles Fenno Hoffman
Music: AI
Scenes: One Man's Hero (1999)
Poem Link: https://allpoetry.com/Charles-Fenno-Hoffman
Scenes Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVmgPXDsABA
Background History: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8BDv5RjhCM
[Verse1]
Now here, now there, the shot it hailed,
In deadly drifts of fiery spray,
Yet not a single soldier quailed,
When wounded comrades round them wailed,
Their dying shout at Monterey.
And on, still on our column kept,
Through walls of flame, its withering way,
Where fell the dead, the living stept,
Still charging on the guns which swept,
The slippery streets of Monterey.
[Chorus]
We were not many. We who stood,
Before the iron sleet that day;
Yet many a gallant spirit would,
Give half his years if but he could,
Have with us been at Monterey.
[Verse2]
The foe himself recoiled aghast,
When, striking where he strongest lay,
We swooped his flanking batteries past,
And, braving full their murderous blast,
Stormed home the towers of Monterey.
Our banners on those turrets wave,
And there our evening bugles play;
Where orange-boughs above their grave
Keep green the memory of the brave
Who fought and fell at Monterey.
[Chorus]
We were not many. We who stood,
Before the iron sleet that day;
Yet many a gallant spirit would,
Give half his years if but he could,
Have with us been at Monterey.
[Bridge]
We are not many. We who pressed,
Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed,
He'd rather share their warrior rest,
Than not have been at Monterey?
[Chorus]
We were not many. We who stood,
Before the iron sleet that day;
Yet many a gallant spirit would,
Give half his years if but he could,
Have with us been at Monterey.
No! We were not many. We who stood,
Before the iron sleet that day;
Yet many a gallant spirit would,
Give half his years if but he could,
Have with us been at Monterey.
Give half his years if but he could,
Have with us been at Monterey.