Lyrics
O give me my Arab Steed
A shield and falchion bright,
And I will to the Battle speed
To save him in the Fight.
His noble crest I'll proudly wear,
And gird his scarf around,
But I must to the field repair,
For hark the trumphets sound.
O with my Arab steed I'll go,
to brave the embattled plain,
Where warriors brave their valour show,
And drain each noble vein;
His brow that oft in the battle brave,
with fadeless laurels crown'd,
Shall guide me where his falchion waves, &c.
Oh give me but my Arab steed,
A steed and falchion bright,
And I will to the Battle speed
To save him in the Fight.
His noble crest I'll proudly wear,
And gird his scarf around,
But I must to the field repair,
For hark the trumphets sound.