Fire Song - Poem by Thomas Cowherd
TUNE, 'AULD LANG SYNE.'
When the wild cry of fire is heard
Borne on the midnight air,
And those who listen soon are stirred
To anxious ask 'Where? Where?'
Our Firemen brave, full bent to save,
Rush to their engine room;
And flushed with hope they grasp each rope,
And with the 'Rescue' come.
CHO.-Hurrah, then! for the firemen brave!
Who with stout hearts and arms
Are bent our lives and goods to save-
Not fearing fire's alarms.
While still the cry is going round,
And bells peal forth their notes,
The engine comes with rumbling sound,
Dragged by our bold 'Red Coats.'
And there too, rush, as if they'd crush
The ground on which they tread,
The band of 'Hook and Ladder,' who look
Truly devoid of dread!
CHO.-Hurrah, boys! for the fire brigade-
The men resolved to stand
In danger's front and bear the brunt
Of this foe to our land.
When fire is reached and water got;
In haste the hose they lay;
They fall to work, each brave 'red coat,'
By night as well as day.
And now the hook and ladder boys-look!
Have made their 'grapples' fast
To that huge frame midst glowing flame,
And down it comes at last.
CHO.-Hurrah, then! for the Fire Brigade,
Who heed not flame and smoke;
They work as though such working made
The zest of some good joke!
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