Not Understood and Other Poems/The Tramp of the Fire Brigade
THE TRAMP OF THE FIRE BRIGADE.
TIS grand to hear the trumpet clear, When it calls the soldier on,To prove his might in the field of fight, Where valiant deeds are done;And the gallant tread of the troops when ledBy their leader’s flashing blade.Sounds loud and true—but there’s music tooIn the tramp of the Fire Brigade. No prouder tramp In field or camp, On march or on parade, Than the Firemen’s tread As they rush ahead Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
The flames flash high, and the lurid sky Reflects the fiery glare;And the inmates shriek, and the timbers creak,And the crackling rafters flare; And the deep-toned bell, with brazen knell, Makes frantic cries for aid;Keep back, keep back, and clear the track— Make room for the Fire Brigade! No prouder tramp In field or camp, On march or on parade, Than the Firemen’s tread As they rush ahead, Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!
That noble band, at their chief’s command, Mount up on the crumbling walls,With axe and hose, where the red flame glows, And the blazing roof tree falls;The crowd retreat from the scorching heat, But the Firemen, undismayed,With courage true, the flames subdue, Hurrah for the Fire Brigade! No prouder tramp In field or camp, On march or on parade, Than the Firemen’s tread As they rush ahead, Hurrah for the Fire Brigade!