1. Oh give me but my Arab steed, A shield and falchion bright, And I will to the Battle speed, To save him in the fight; His

2. Oh! with my Arab steed I'll go, To brave th' embattled plain; Where warriors brave their valour show, And drain each no-ble vein; His

brow that oft the battle braves, With fadeless laurels crown'd,Shall guide me where his falchion waves,Shall guide me where, &c. But