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In "Songs of Action," Arthur Conan Doyle presents a compelling collection of poetry that reflects his fascination with the themes of adventure, heroism, and the struggles of humanity. This volume, written during the early 20th century, showcases Doyle's ability to blend vivid imagery with a rhythmic cadence that evokes the spirit of bravery and challenge. The poems resonate with the literary movements of the time, marked by a departure from Victorian constraints towards a more expressive and dynamic form, mirroring the societal shifts occurring as the world grappled with tumultuous changes. From the boundaries of war to the depths of the human spirit, each poem serves as a testament to Doyle's mastery over language and emotion. Arthur Conan Doyle, best known for creating the iconic detective Sherlock Holmes, was also a passionate writer of poetry and fiction. His experiences as a physician, along with his avid interest in global events, profoundly informed his literary pursuits. Witnessing the complexities of the human experience inspired Doyle to explore themes of valor and sacrifice, leading to the creation of this poignant collection that reflects both personal and universal struggles. "Songs of Action" is a worthwhile read for those who admire vibrant poetry that captures the essence of human endeavor. Whether you are a longtime fan of Doyle or a newcomer to his work, this anthology offers a powerful glimpse into the mind of a writer who, although renowned for his narratives of detection, equally celebrated the grand tales of human resilience and courage.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

Songs of Action

Published by Good Press, 2022
EAN 4057664621757

Table of Contents

THE SONG OF THE BOW
CREMONA
THE STORMING PARTY
THE FRONTIER LINE
CORPORAL DICK’S PROMOTION A BALLAD OF ’82
A FORGOTTEN TALE
PENNARBY MINE
A ROVER CHANTY
A BALLAD OF THE RANKS
A LAY OF THE LINKS
THE DYING WHIP
MASTER
H.M.S. ‘FOUDROYANT’
THE FARNSHIRE CUP
THE GROOM’S STORY
WITH THE CHIDDINGFOLDS
A HUNTING MORNING
THE OLD GRAY FOX
’WARE HOLES
THE HOME-COMING OF THE ‘EURYDICE’
THE INNER ROOM
THE IRISH COLONEL
THE BLIND ARCHER
A PARABLE
A TRAGEDY
THE PASSING
THE FRANKLIN’S MAID (From ‘ The White Company ’)
THE OLD HUNTSMAN

THE SONG OF THE BOW

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What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free Love the old yew-tree And the land where the yew-tree grows.

What of the cord? The cord was made in England: A rough cord, a tough cord, A cord that bowmen love; And so we will sing Of the hempen string And the land where the cord was wove.

What of the shaft? The shaft was cut in England: A long shaft, a strong shaft, Barbed and trim and true; So we’ll drink all together To the grey goose-feather And the land where the grey goose flew.

What of the mark? Ah, seek it not in England, A bold mark, our old mark Is waiting over-sea. When the strings harp in chorus, And the lion flag is o’er us, It is there that our mark will be.

What of the men? The men were bred in England: The bowmen—the yeomen, The lads of dale and fell. Here’s to you—and to you! To the hearts that are true And the land where the true hearts dwell.

CREMONA

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[The French Army, including a part of the Irish Brigade, under Marshal Villeroy, held the fortified town of Cremona during the winter of 1702. Prince Eugène, with the Imperial Army, surprised it one morning, and, owing to the treachery of a priest, occupied the whole city before the alarm was given. Villeroy was captured, together with many of the French garrison. The Irish, however, consisting of the regiments of Dillon and of Burke, held a fort commanding the river gate, and defended themselves all day, in spite of Prince Eugène’s efforts to win them over to his cause. Eventually Eugène, being unable to take the post, was compelled to withdraw from the city.]

The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall; The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall; They have marched from far away Ere the dawning of the day, And the morning saw them masters of Cremona.

There’s not a man to whisper, there’s not a horse to neigh; Of the footmen of Lorraine and the riders of Duprés, They have crept up every street, In the market-place they meet, They are holding every vantage in Cremona.

The Marshal Villeroy he has started from his bed; The Marshal Villeroy has no wig upon his head; ‘I have lost my men!’ quoth he, ‘And my men they have lost me, And I sorely fear we both have lost Cremona.’

Prince Eugène of Austria is in the market-place; Prince Eugène of Austria has smiles upon his face; Says he, ‘Our work is done, For the Citadel is won, And the black and yellow flag flies o’er Cremona.’

Major Dan O’Mahony is in the barrack square, And just six hundred Irish lads are waiting for him there; Says he, ‘Come in your shirt, And you won’t take any hurt, For the morning air is pleasant in Cremona.’

Major Dan O’Mahony is at the barrack gate, And just six hundred Irish lads will neither stay nor wait; There’s Dillon and there’s Burke, And there’ll be some bloody work Ere the Kaiserlics shall boast they hold Cremona.

Major Dan O’Mahony has reached the river fort, And just six hundred Irish lads are joining in the sport; ‘Come, take a hand!’ says he, ‘And if you will stand by me, Then it’s glory to the man who takes Cremona!’

Prince Eugène of Austria has frowns upon his face, And loud he calls his Galloper of Irish blood and race: ‘MacDonnell, ride, I pray, To your countrymen, and say That only they are left in all Cremona!’