Fraternity-Testvériség, 1961 (39. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1961-10-01 / 10. szám

FRATERNITY

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Sabers and bayonets clash,

Guns in their faces flash,

Blue coats are spattered red —

Fifty brave Guards are dead —

Zagonyi is still ahead,

Swinging his hat in air;

Flashing his saber:

“Steady men — steady there,

Forward — Battalion!”

On they plunge — on they dash Thro' the dead gantlet,

Leath gurgles in the gash Of furious — dealt saber — slash, Over them the volleys crash Thro' the trees like a whirlwind,

They pass through the fire of death Pant riders and, steels for breath,

“HALT/” cried the Captain,

Then he looked up the hill,

There on the summit still

The “Third Company” paltered, Bight through the fire of hell,

Where fifty brave Guardsmen fell, Zagonyi had ridden well,

Foley had faltered.

Flashed like a flame of fire — Flashed with a menace dire - Flashed with a yell of ire

The sword of the Captain.

Kennedy saw the flash, ind ordered the “Third” to dash Gallantly forward:

“Come on, Boys, for Liberty! Forward, and follow me!

Remember Kentucky!”

Into the hell they broke Into the fire and smoke —

Dealing swift saber — stroke —

The gallant Kentuckians,

Horse plunge