With thanks to John Milton's 'On The Late Massacre in Piedmont' and The Fall of Hyperion - A Dream, Canto I by John Keats.
lyrics
Far in the woodland beneath the spreading cedars
Lying still among the acorns and the ferns,
Over his head he hears the pretty dreams of nightars,
Under his back the earth is quickening into red.
with my gun at my side
I am called pride.
Oh bow the psalteries and play a death psalm for me
Send me young women for to sing away my grief
Strike out a stready beat and lift me high in camphored linen
Hoist me to my grave and march with me by daylight
With my gun at my side
I am called pride.
The slaughtered bones of saints lay shattered on the mountains,
The truth of every man lay writeen in the stones
The moans of every mother echo through the rocks and grasses
As he rests beneath the spreading cedars and his eyes close
With my gun at my side
I am called pride.
credits
from 1906,
released September 1, 2012
Eliza Skelton.
Artwork by Ella Woollgar.
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