THE EQUINOX
And beneath that glorious banner, in its folds of gold and red,
I fought on (the lonely battle I) by the body of my dead.
And the cowards still hung trembling, and the smoke poured
hot and high,
The brave black flag of Anarchy, a portent in the skyl
Ayl we left the black flag flying, as behoves a man to do,
For they were fifteen hundred, and we were only two.
And the banner of destruction wraps me round with glory
and awe—
Here’s a last clip of brave bullets for the bastard hounds of
law!
And here’s a health to Freedom, and may man defend the
right
I
And the red flag folds me closer—«I have fought the last good
fight.
We died, we died unconquered—‘tis the triumph of the true:
Though they were fifteen hundred, and we were only two.
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