There are two other poems that I would like to find. The hardest would be the starting of the one that I mentioned in the subject it goes something like:
"In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall of human wood...Opposed to these a hovering band, contending for their fatherland."
There is also another poem that I have long since forgotton that my grandfather used to recite on a regular basis. He has since passed and I cannot ask him for the full poem. If it rings a bell, I would appreciate a note. It goes something like this:
"Oh why did I get married, oh what could the reason be? If you want to see the missing link, just take a look at me."
Any help with either of these will be greatly appreciated!!
the first one :
Make way for Liberty
"Make way for Liberty!" he cried;
Made way for Liberty , and died!
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood!
A wall, where every conscious stone
Seemed to its kindred thousands grown;
A rampart all assaults to bear,
Till time to dust their frames shall wear;
A wood like that enchanted grove,
In which, with fiends, Rinaldo strove,
Where every silent tree possessed
A spirit prisoned in its breast,
Which the first stroke of coming strife
Would startle into hideous life:
So dense, so still, the Austrians stood,
A living wall, a human wood!
Impregnable their front appears,
All horent with projected spears,
whose polished points before them shine,
From flank to flank, one brilliant line,
Bright as the breakers' splendor run
Along the billows to the sun.
Opposed to these, a hovering band
Contended for their native land;
Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke
From manly necks the ignoble yoke,
And forged their fetters into swords,
On equal terms to fight their lords;
And what insurgent rage had gained,
In many a mortal fray maintained:
Marshaled once more at Freedom's call
They come to conquer or to fall,
Where he who conquered, he who fell,
Was deemed a dead, or living, Tell!
And now the work of life and death
Hung on the passing of a breath;
The fire of conflict burned within;
The battle trembled to begin;
Yet, while the Austrians held their ground,
Point for attack was nowhere found;
Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed,
The unbroken line of lanced blazed;
That line 't were suicide to meet,
And perish at their tyrant's feet;
How could they rest within their graves,
And leave their homes the homes of slaves?
Would they not feel their children tread
With clanking chains above their head?
It must not be: this day, this hour,
Annihilates the oppressor's power;
All Switzerland is in the field,
She will not fly, she cannot yield,
She must not fall; her better fate
Here gives her an immortal date.
Few were the numbers she could boast,
But every freeman was a host,
And felt as though himself were he
On whose sole arms hung victory.
It did depend on one, indeed:
Behold him! Arnold Winkelried!
There sounds not to the trump of fame
The echo of a nobler name.
Unmarked he stood amid the throng,
In rumination deep and long,
Till you might see, with sudden grace,
The very thought come o'er his face;
And by the motion of his form,
Anticipate the bursting storm;
And by the uplifting of his brow,
Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.
But 't was no sooner thought than done;
The field was in a moment won.
"Make way for Liberty!" he cried:
Then ran, with arms extended wide,
As if his dearest friend to clasp;
Ten spears he swept within his grasp:
"Make way for Liberty!" he cried.
Their keen points met from side to side;
He bowed among them like a tree,
And thus was made way for liberty.
Swift to the breach his comrades fly;
"Make way for Liberty!" they cry,
And through the Austrian phalanx dart,
As rushed spears through Arnold's heart;
While instantaneous as his fall,
Rout, ruin, panic scattered all.
An earthquake could not overthrow
A city with a surer blow.
Thus Switzerland again was free,
Thus death made way for liberty.
can the second poem actually be a song by Carson J Robison instead ?
anyway, I am still looking for it . . .
It costs three times as much for two to live as cheap as one.
"Oh Why Did I Get Married?"
You are wonderful!! It is possible that it was a song. I am not sure. I know that he always recited it as if it was a poem. I never thought about it being the lines to a song.
ok, I will try to check a little more, ok ?
or someone else might find it sooner ...
No matter what, you have really made my day. You have been so helpful already. I have been thinking about these old poems for a couple days and hadn't even thought about the fact that I could use the internet to find it. I had previously been scrounging through book stores and libraries but that isn't easy when you don't know the name or the author of the poem. Hopefully I can repay your kindness some day. You have really brought a smile to both mine and my mother's faces. Thanks again!!
dear, here are the words to the song I mentioned
I hope that is what you are looking for.
if not, then I am sorry but I fail to know the poem you want.
Oh, why did I get married
music by Carson J. Robinson
words by Frank Luther
( Luther 1905-1980 was born in Kansas, a great pianist,
the singing partner of Carson after the duo Carson and Vernon Dalhart split.
He married a fiddler, Zora Lyman, famous for Seven Years with the wrong man,
and later he moved away from country music, writing and performing music for children)
1 Come and gather all around me all you boys who want a wife
Come and listen to my warnin’, you will thank me all your life.
For I was once a bach’lor and I wish I was again.
I’d never give up that single bliss To wear a ball and chain
Oh why did I get married - Why did I don’ this neck-yoke
If I talk back she’ll give a smack and I’m li’ble to get my neck broke.
2 On the day I popped the question , here’s answer that I got
“You will have to build a house on it before I’ll share your lot.
I went to see her father and he cussed to beat the band.
And so before I got old man’s foot, I took the daughter’s hand
Oh why did I get married - what can the reason be
If you want to see the missing link, just take a look at me.
My wife sure is a headache. She’s like an automobile. Always runnin’ somebody down.
She’s got foot and mouth disease, talks all day and dances all night
Not with me though. Her dancing is too heavy on my feet.
The only time we went out together was the night the stove blowed up.
3 My wife she keeps the back account and I keep right on workin’
I have to wear one shirt so long that it looks like an old lace curtain.
She’s getting’fatter ev’re day , weights four hundred gross
I haven’t kissed her now for years, ‘cause I can’t get that close.
Oh why did I get married - Look what I’ve gone and done.
It costs three times as much for two, to live as cheap as one.
Before I got married, I advertised for a wife , and three fellers wrote and offered me theirs.
I was just cray to get married - but I didn’t realize it till afterwards.
Before I got married, I had blue eyes, and now they’re black .
Figure that one out. I was a regular dude then, and now I’m a subdued.
She’s getting’ shorter and fatter. I reckon she’s settlin’down.
When she gets to be forty, I’m goin’ to swap her off for a pair of twenties.
She’s a good woman though – too good for a bum like me.
Any of you fellers want her ??
4 My wife said I was the light of her life but I went out too often
I’ll bet she strikes another match minute I’m in my coffin.
Oh, boys before you get mixed up with diamond rings and kissin’
Better change that “honor and obey” to “Stop and look and listen. “
Oh why did I get married. - I wish I was single again. old
Solomon didn’t have a thousand wives, the thousand wives had him.
Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 06/07/2005 10:27PM by ilza.
If you watch the Gene Autry western Boots and Saddles, 1937, (available as part of "The Great American Westerns" DVD set by Platiunum- in Canada, I found this at Walmart), he does a version of "O why did I get married", without the talk parts. Quite hilarious.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/21/2008 02:33AM by larryboy.
I recall an old Gene Autry serial, wherein he's fighting space aliens of some sort, and one of them delivers the line "It is Gene Autry.....we must kill him"