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GILLESPIE
He dressed the line, he led the charge,They swept the wall like a stream in spate,And roaring over the roar they heardThe galloper guns that burst the gate.
Fierce and fain, fierce and fain,The troopers rode the reeking flight:The very stones remember stillThe end of them that stab by night.
They've kept the tale a hundred years,They'll keep the tale a hundred more:Riding at dawn, riding alone,Gillespie came to false Vellore.
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