English poem
Song to the Suliotes
by Lord Byron
UP to battle! Sons of Suli Up, and do your duty duly! There the wall--and there the Moat is: Bouwah! Bouwah! Suliotes! There is booty--there is Beauty, Up my boys and do your duty.
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!
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!