Charles Wolfe

“ Aud smoothed down his lonely pillow,
How the foe and the stranger would tread o’er his head
And we far away on the billow!
Lightly they’ll talk of the spirit that’s gone
And o’er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But nothing he’ll reck, if they let him sleep on,
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
But half our heavy task was done,
When the clock toll’d the hour for retiring;
And we heard by the distant and random gun,
That the foe was suddenly firing. ”

“ But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him! ”