Oscar Of Alva – A Fallen Hero?

And when that gale is fierce and high
A sound is heard in yonder hall
It rises hoarsely through the sky
And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall.

Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs,
It shakes the shield of Oscar brave
But there no more his banners rise,
No more his plumes of sable wave.
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