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Updated: September 11, 2025
It was the battle-song that brought back the young recruit's courage. Almost before the last note sounded he began to speak. His voice rang out bold and unafraid over the crowd of angry heathen. "I am a Christian!" he said distinctly. "I worship the true God. I cannot worship idols," with a gesture toward the temple door, "that rats can destroy. I am not afraid. I love Jesus.
With rhythmic pomposity a pipe-major was twirling a staff, while a band of pipes and drums blared out a Scottish battle-song on the frosty air. Following them in formation of fours were five or six hundred men in civilian clothes, attested recruits on their way to training-centres.
"I believe so too," suddenly interrupted Radna, turning round on her seat at the piano, "but there will be many a battle-song sung to the accompaniment of battle-music before that happens. I wish" "That all Russia were a haystack, and that you were beside it with a lighted torch," said Natasha, half in jest and half in earnest.
The maid is near; She cannot, as of yore, before you bear Her banner she is bound with heavy chains; But freely from her prison soars her soul, Upon the pinions of your battle-song. Ascend the watch-tower which commands the field, And thence report the progress of the fight. JOHANNA. Courage, my people! 'Tis the final struggle Another victory, and the foe lies low! ISABEL. What see'st thou?
The Wangoni advanced in a compact mass, beating their shields with their spear-hafts, yelling in concert a shrill, harsh battle-song, into which they had managed to import an indescribable note of defiance, announcing their intention of returning to "eat up" those they had so weakly spared the previous day.
"My fellow cave-men, fell in a rage: 'What hast thou done? cried Singh, the Sage, 'For I hear far off a battle-song, And the tree-men come, a hundred strong ... Long the battle and dread the fight; We hurled rocks down from our mountain height" I copy this from memory alone ... Hildreth has all my cave-poems. I gave them to her, holding no transcripts of them The upshot
The Terror bade his kinsfolk stand clear; then he threw open the door wide. Cats did not come out. . . . A large ball of cats came out, gyrating swiftly in a haze of flying fur. Ten yards from the door it dissolved into its component parts, and some thirty cats tore, yelling, to the four quarters of the heavens. After that stupendous battle-song the air seemed thick with silence.
The friends with whom she stopped at nightfall contrived to cram him into their crowded soldiers' room, and he had given the whole company of his room-mates, as they sat up in their beds, a full account of the fight at Sessions's, Charlotte's care of the sick and dying, and the singing, by her and the blue-coats, of their battle-song.
Young and noble lads were they who marched forth to the struggle, equipped like the Helleman soldiers of the palmy days of Athens; and as they went they sang a battle-song of Callinus which some one who, no one could tell had slightly altered for the occasion: "Come, rouse ye Greeks; what, sleeping still! Is courage dead, is shame unknown?
How those young men from the continent whose soil had never been stained with blood thrilled to hear their padres tell them as they gathered on the decks of the troop-ships in the harbor of Lemnos, that to-morrow they would set foot almost on the site of the ancient battlefield of Troy, where the early Greeks shed their blood, as sung in the oldest battle-song in the world.
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