Song To The Suliotes

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Title:     Song To The Suliotes
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

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!

FOOTNOTES:

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

[The end]
Lord Byron's poem: Song To The Suliotes

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