The Soldier of Tippecanoe.

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AIR — "Some love to Roam."

The stars are bright, and our steps are light
As we sweep to our camping ground,
And well we know, as we forward go,
That the foe fills the greenwood round;
But we know no fear, though the foe be near,
And we tramp the greenwood through,
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?

Chorus —
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?

Now the deep green grass is our soft mattress
Till the beating of reville;
No light's in our camp but the fire-fly lamp,
No roof but the greenwood tree.
Brief slumber we snatch, till the morning watch
But one eye no slumber knew!
One mind was awake for his soldier's sake,
'Twas the soldier of Tippecanoe.

Chorus —
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?

The faint dawn is breaking, our bugles are speaking,
Quick rouses our lengthened line;
Sweet dreams are departing, the soldier is starting,
And welcomes the morning shine.
But hark! it is the drum! the foe is come,
Their yells ring the dark wood through:
But see! mounted, ready, brave, cautious and steady,
The Soldier of Tippecanoe.

Chorus —
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?

Now nigher and nigher tho' hot is their fire,
And ceaseless the volleying sound,
We press down the hollow and dauntlessly follow,
Then tramp up the rising ground.

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With death-stealing ardor we press them yet harder,
And still as they come into view,
"Now steady, boys, steady; be quick and be ready!"
Cries the Soldier of Tippecanoe.

Chorus —
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?

Down, down drop the foe, and still on we go,
And each thicket and dingle explore;
Loud our shrill bugles sing, till the wide wood ring,
And their rifles are heard no more.
Now weave the green crown of undying renown,
For the Patriot and Hero's brow,
And write his name with the halo of fame,
The Soldier of Tippecanoe!

Chorus —
For oh! have we not for a leader got
The Soldier of Tippecanoe?