Fraternity-Testvériség, 1961 (39. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1961-10-01 / 10. szám
12 FRATERNITY Heavily forward, Over the fallen they ride Down to Zagonyi’s side Moving a swath of death Father side — right and left Piling the slaughtered! Under the storm of lead, Still hissing overhead, They re-formed the battle-line: Then the brave Captain said: “Guardsmen: avenge our dead! CHARGE!” — Up the hill they go Right, into the swarming foe! IVoe to the foemen — woe! See mad Zagonyi there Streams on the wind his hair, Flashes his saber bare, On they go — on they go, Volleys flash, Sabers clash, On they plunge, on they dash, Following Zagonyi Into the hell again. Hand to hand fight and die Infantry, cavalry, Grappled and mixed they lie — Infantry, cavalry, Hurrah! — the Rebels fly! Bravo! — Three Hundred! “Forward and follow me!” Shouted the Captain, “Union and Liberty!” All the Guards thundered, With mad hearts and sabers stout Into the Rebel-rout Gallop the Guardsmen, Thundering their cry again, Cleaving their foes in twain, Piling the heaps of slain, Sabered and sundered,
