Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1855-03-10
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BALAkEAyA.
oh the Charge at Balaklava!
On that rash and fatal Charge!
Never was a Gercer, Drawer,
Than that charge at Balaklaver,
On the battles bloody marge!
Allthe day the Russian columns,
Fortress huge and blazing banks,
Poured their dread, destructive volumes,
On the French and English ranks!--
On the gallant Allied ranks!
Earth and sky seemed rent asunder
BY the load incessant thunderl
When a strange and stern command--
Needless, needless, rash Command
Came 10 LUcan;s little band
Scarce six hundred men and horses
OF those vast coniending forces
"England,s lost. unless re save her,
Charge the pass Of Balaklava!7
Ga that rash and fatal Charge,
On the battles bloody marge..'
Far away the Russian Eagles
Soar DER smoking hill aud dell,
And their hordes, like bowling beagles,
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LAUNDERING cannon, deadly mortar,
Sweep the field in every quarter!
Never, since the days of Jesus,
TrembIed so the Chersonesus!
Here behold the Gallo Lilies
Stout St. Louis golden Lillies!-
Float as erst at old Families!
And, beside them, 10! the Lion
With her trophied Cross, is flying!
Glorious standards!-shall they waver
On the field OF Balaklava!
No. by heavens! at that command
Sudden, rash, bat stern commando
Charges Lucan's little band.
Brave Six Hundred! 10! they charge
On the battles bloody marge!
Down yon deep and skirted valley,
Where the crowded cannon play,
Where the Cars fierce cohorts rally
Cossack, kalmuck, savage KALI
Down thai gorge they sweep away!
Down that new Thermopyla,
Flashing swords and helmets see!
Underneath the iron shower,
To the brazen c%annon's Jaws,
Needless of their deadly power,
Press they without fear or pause
10 tue very cannon S Jaws!
Gallant Nolan, brave as Roland
: At the field of Roncesvalles,
Dashes down the fatal valley,
Dashes on the bolt of death,
Shouting with his latest breath,
Charge then, gallants! do not waver,
Charge the pass of Balaklava!;
Oh, thai rash and fatal Charge,
On the battles bloody marge!
Now the bolts of volley'd thunder.
Rend that battle band asunder.
Steed and rider wildly screaming,
Screaming wildly, sink away;
Late so proudly, proudly cleaning,
Now but ~liteless clods Of clay
Now but bleeding cIods of clay!
Never; since the days of Jesus,
Saw such sight, the Chersonesus!
Yet your remnant, brave Six Hundred!
Presses onward, onward, onward!
Till they storm the bloody pass
Till, like brave Leonidas,
They storm the deadly pass!
Sabring Cossack, Kalmuck, Kali,
In that wild shot-rended valley
Drenched with fire and blood, like lava.
Awful pass of Balaklava!
VA, maj rash and fatal Charge,
On the battles bloody mlarge!
For now Russia's rallied forces
swarming hordes of Cossack horses.
lramplng DER the reeking corses-
l,rlve the thinned assaiIants back.
Drive the feeble remnant back
Oer their late heroic track!
Vain, alas! now rent and sundered.
VAN your struggles, brave Two Hundred,
Thrice your number lie asleep.
In that valley dark and Deep.
Weak and wounded you retire
From that hurricane of fire!
That tempestuous storm of fire!
But no soldiers, firmer, drawer,
Ever troda field of fame,
l nan the knights of 3alaklava-
Honor to each hero's name.
LEI Their country long shall mourn
her ranks SO rashly shorn.
CALAMITY but madly shorn.
In that fierce and fatal CHARGE.
On the battles bloody marge!