by Edward Fitzball (1792 - 1873)
Yes! let me like a soldier fall
Language: English
Yes! let me like a soldier fall, Upon some open plain, This breast expanding for the ball To blot out ev'ry stain. Brave manly hearts confer my doom That gentler one may tell Howe'er forgot, unknown my tomb, I like a soldier fell. I only ask of that proud race, Which ends its blaze in me, To die the last, and not disgrace Its ancient chivalry! Tho' o'er my clay no banner wave, Nor trumpet requiem swell, Enough they murmur o'er my grave: He like a soldier fell.
Authorship:
- by Edward Fitzball (1792 - 1873) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by William Vincent Wallace (1812 - 1865), "Yes! let me like a soldier fall", published 1845. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website: 2005-01-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 88