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Rufus Gale speaks	A
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Yes in the Lincoln Militia in the war of eighteen twelve	B
Many's the day I've had since then to dig and delve	B
But those are the years I remember as the brightest years of all	C
When we left the plow in the furrow to follow the bugle's call	C
Why even our son Abner wanted to fight with the men	D
'Don't you go d'ye hear sir ' I was angry with him then	D
'Stay with your mother ' I said and he looked so old and grim	E
He was just sixteen that April I couldn't believe it was him	E
But I didn't think I was off and we met the foe again	D
Five thousand strong and ready at the hill by Lundy's Lane	F
There as the night came on we fought them from six to nine	G
Whenever they broke our line we broke their line	G
They took our guns and we won them again and around the levels	H
Where the hill sloped up with the Eighty ninth we fought like devils	H
Around the flag and on they came and we drove them back	I
Until with its very fierceness the fight grew slack	I
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It was then about nine and dark as a miser's pocket	J
When up came Hercules Scott's brigade swift as a rocket	J
And charged and the flashes sprang in the dark like a lion's eyes	K
The night was full of fire groans and cheers and cries	K
Then through the sound and the fury another sound broke in	L
The roar of a great old duck gun shattered the rest of the din	L
It took two minutes to charge it and another to set it free	M
Every time I heard it an angel spoke to me	M
Yes the minute I heard it I felt the strangest tide	N
Flow in my veins like lightning as if there by my side	N
Was the very spirit of Valor But 'twas dark you couldn't see	M
And the one who was firing the duck gun fell against me	M
And slid down to the clover and lay there still	O
Something went through me piercing with a strange swift thrill	O
The noise fell away into silence and I heard as clear as thunder	P
The long slow roar of Niagara O the wonder	P
Of that deep sound But again the battle broke	Q
And the foe driven before us desperately stroke upon stroke	Q
Left the field to his master and sullenly down the road	R
Sounded the boom of his guns trailing the heavy load	R
Of his wounded men and his shattered flags sullen and slow	S
Setting fire in his rage to Bridgewater mills and the glow	S
Flared in the distant forest We rested as we could	T
And for a while I slept in the dark of a maple wood	T
But when the clouds in the east were red all over	P
I came back there to the place we made the stand in the clover	P
For my heart was heavy then with a strange deep pain	F
As I thought of the glorious fight and again and again	D
I remembered the valiant spirit and the piercing thrill	O
But I knew it all when I reached the top of the hill	O
For there there with the blood on his dear brave head	U
There on the hill in the clover lay our Abner dead	U
No thank you no I don't need it I'm solid as granite rock	V
But every time that I tell it I feel the old cold shock	V
I'm eighty one my next birthday do you breed such fellows now	W
There he lay with the dawn cooling his broad fair brow	W
That was no dawn for him and there was the old duck gun	X
That many and many's the time just for the fun	X
We together alone would take to the hickory rise	K
And bring home more wild pigeons than ever you saw with your eyes	K
Up with Hercules Scott's brigade just as it came on night	Y
He was the angel beside me in the thickest of the fight	Y
Wrote a note to his mother He said 'I've got to go	S
Mother what would home be under the heel of the foe '	-
Oh she never slept a wink she would rise and walk the floor	Z
She'd say this over and over 'I knew it all before '	-
I'd try to speak of the glory to give her a little joy	A2
'What is the glory to me when I want my boy my boy '	-
She'd say and she'd wring her hands her hair grew white as snow	S
And I'd argue with her up and down to and fro	S
Of how she had mothered a hero and his was a glorious fate	B2
Better than years of grubbing to gather an estate	B2
Sometimes I'd put it this way 'If God was to say to me now	W
'Take him back as he once was helping you with the plow '	-
I'd say 'No God thank You kindly 'twas You that he obeyed	C2
You told him to fight and he fought and he wasn't afraid	C2
You wanted to prove him in battle You sent him to Lundy's Lane	F
'Tis well ' But she only would answer over and over again	D
'Give me back my Abner give me back my son '	-
It was so all through the winter until the spring had begun	X
And the crocus was up in the dooryard and the drift by the fence	D2
was thinned	E2
And the sap drip dropped from the branches wounded by the wind	F2
And the whole earth smelled like a flower then she came to me one	X
night	Y
'Rufus ' she said with a sob in her throat 'Rufus you're right '	-
I hadn't cried till then not a tear but then I was torn in two	G2
There it's all right my eyes don't see as they used to do	G2
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But O the joy of that battle it was worth the whole of life	H2
You felt immortal in action with the rapture of the strife	H2
There in the dark by the river with the flashes of fire before	Z
Running and crashing along there in the dark and the roar	Z
Of the guns and the shrilling cheers and the knowledge that filled	I2
your heart	J2
That there was a victory making and you must do your part	J2
But there's his grave in the orchard where the headstone glimmers	K2
white	Y
We could see it we thought from our window even on the darkest	L2
night	Y
It is set there for a sign that what one lad could do	G2
Would be done by a hundred hundred lads whose hearts were stout and	M2
true	G2
And when in the time of trial you hear the recreant say	N2
Shooting his coward lips at us 'You shall have had your day	N2
For all your state and glory shall pass like a cloudy wrack	I
And here some other flag shall fly where flew the Union Jack '	-
Why tell him a hundred thousand men would spring from these sleepy	M
farms	O2
To tie that flag in its ancient place with the sinews of their arms	O2
And if they doubt you and put you to scorn why you can make it plain	F
With the tale of the gallant Lincoln men and the fight at Lundy's Lane	F

Duncan Campbell Scott

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