English poem
Stand to Your Guns
by Robert Burns
STAND to your guns my hearts of oak Let not a word on board be spoke, Victory soon will crown the joke, Be silent but be ready :
Ram home your guns and spunge them well, Let us be sure the balls will tell, The cannons roar shall sound their knell, 2Be staedy, boys, be steady.
Nor yet, nor yet! reserve your fire I do desire: - Fire ! Now the elements do rattle, The gods amaz'd behold the battle: 4A broadside, my boys,
See the blood in purple tide Trickle down her batter'd side Wing'd with fate the bullets fly: Conquer boys or bravely die! Hurl destruction on our foes, 4She sinks: - Huzza; 2To the bottom down she goes.
More by Robert Burns
- Sonnet, On The Death Of Robert Riddel, Esq. Of Glenriddel, April, 1794.
- Sonnet, Written On The Twenty-Fifth Of January, 1793, The Birthday Of The Author, On Hearing A Thrush Sing In A Morning Walk.
- Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit
- Spoken, On Being Appointed To The Excise.
- Stanzas - On The Same Occasion.
- Stay, My Charmer.
- Strait is the spot and green the sod
- Streams That Glide In Orient Plains.