The Poetry Corner

Merrily Every Bosom Boundeth. (The Tyrolese Song Of Liberty.)

By Thomas Moore

Merrily every bosom boundeth, Merrily, oh! Where the song of Freedom soundeth, Merrily oh! There the warrior's arms Shed more splendor; There the maiden's charm's Shine more tender; Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily, oh! merrily, oh! Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily, oh! Where the bond of slavery twineth Wearily, oh There the warrior's dart Hath no fleetness; There the maiden's heart Hath no sweetness-- Every flower of life declineth, Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily, oh! Like your native fountain sally, Cheerily, oh! If a glorious death, Won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath Sighed in slavery, Round the flag of Freedom rally, Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!