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The Gallant Old Soldier

Song performed by: Jason Schreiber (vocals) and Tara Dirst (banjo). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

Tune --- "The Old Oaken Bucket."

OH dear to my soul are the days of our glory,
The time-honoured days of our national pride,
When heroes and statesmen ennobled our story,
And boldly the foes of our country defied.
When victory hung o'er our flag proudly waving,
And the battle was fought by the valiant and true.
For our homes and our loved ones the enemy braving,
Oh then stood the soldier of Tippecanoe.
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

When dark was the tempest, and hovering o'er us
The clouds of destruction seemed gathering fast,
Like a ray of bright sunshine he stood out before us,
And the clouds passed away with the hurrying blast.
When the Indian's loud yell, and his tomahawk flashing,
Spread terror around us, and hope was with few,
On then, through the ranks of the enemy dashing,
Sprang forth to the rescue Old Tippecanoe.
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe

When cannons were pealing and brave men were reeling,
In the cold arms of death from the fire of the foe,
Where the balls flew the thickest and blows fell the quickest,
In the front of the battle bold Harry did go.
The force of the enemy trembled before him,
And soon from the field of his glory withdrew,
And his warm-hearted comrades in triumph cried o'er him,
God bless the bold soldier of Tippecanoe!
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

And now since the men have so long held the nation,
Who trampled our rights in their scorn to the ground,
We will fill their cold hearts with a new trepidation,
And shout in their ears this most terrible sound.
The people are coming, resistless and fearless,
To sweep from the white house the reckless old crew,
For the woes of our land, since its rulers are tearless,
We look for relief to Old Tippecanoe.
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

The people are coming, from plain and from mountain,
To join the brave band of the honest and free,
Which grows, as the stream from the leaf-sheltered fountain,
Spreads broad and more broad till it reaches the sea.
No strength can restrain it, no force can retain it,
What'er may resist, it breaks gallantly through,
And borne by its motion, as a ship on the ocean,
Speed on his glory, Old Tippecanoe.
The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted solider,
The gallant old solider of Tippecanoe