The Song of Victory

The Song of Victory

A Poem by emipoemi

a little ditty for Canada Day


Tecumseh stood in stately mien,

His gaze about the peaceful scene,

Awaiting Brock to bring his flock

At five o’clock in the morning.


Brock came and briefly ran a scan

Through ev’ry aspect of the plan,

Then shaking hands, they crossed the lands

In song of victory:


Victory by victory!

We’re marching on to victory!

Fort Mackinac was victory!

(And Canada lives on!)


In step they gave the ground a shake,

Six hundred soldiers in their wake, 

And mustered might to face the fight

At six o’clock in the morning.


Their red coats glistened splendidly,

Their flag flew high and hopefully,

And through the air they sounded their

Triumphant melody:


Victory by victory!

We’re marching on to victory!

O Fort Detroit was victory!

(And Canada lives on!)


The cannon roared, the soldiers ran

Towards the unsecured redan

To meet the Yanks and break their flanks

At seven o’clock in the morning.


Amid the red, the black, the blue,

Brock twice was struck, Tecumseh too,

And as they died they firmly cried

That not a soldier flee-


Victory by victory!

We’re marching on to victory!

For Queenston Heights was victory!

(And Canada lives on!)


The soldiers dressed their wounds and sighed,

Relieved to have the odds defied,

And buried Brock beneath a rock

At eight o’clock in the morning.


And in the name of liberty,

They carried on the legacy

For which we sing through ev’rything

The hymn of history:


Victory by victory!

We’ll ever march to victory!

Each venture will be victory!

(So Canada lives on!)


© 2020 emipoemi

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Added on July 1, 2020
Last Updated on July 1, 2020




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