• The dew is on the heather,
      The moon is in the sky,
    And the captain’s waving feather
      Proclaims the hour is nigh
    When some upon their horses
      Shall through the battle ride,
    And some with bleeding corses
      Must on the heather bide.

    The dust is on the heather,
      The moon is in the sky,
    And about the captain’s...

  • I'll send the feather from my Hat!

    Who knows — but at the sight of that

    My Sovereign will relent?

    As trinket — worn by faded Child —

    Confronting eyes long — comforted —

    Blisters the Adamant!