Fermin Tellez

The field of Monterey (04:47)

Letra de M. Dix Sullivan.
Cantante: Ana Laura Allende.
Producción musical: Carlos Fuentes.

1. The sweet church bells are pealing out
A chorus wild and free,
And every thing rejoicing
For the glorious victory;
But bitter tears are gushing
For the gallant and the gay,
Who now in death are sleeping
On the field of Monterey.

[REFRAIN sung after each VERSE]
On the field of Monterey,
Who now in death are sleeping
On the field of Monterey.

2. When spring was here with opening flowers
And I the proud May queen,
And all the young and gay were met
To dance upon the green;
The noblest and the manliest
Was by my side that day,
Who now in death is sleeping
On the field of Monterey.

3. The flowers of spring are faded now.
The woods are sear and cold,
The persimmon's cheek is flushing
And the papaw shines in gold.
But he in earliest manhood
Had sadly passed away,
And now in death is sleeping
On the field of Monterey.

4. The bugles swell their wildest notes
And loud the cannons roar,
And madly peal the sweet church bells
For holy rest no more;
But lonely hearts are bleeding
Upon this glorious day,
For the loved in death are sleeping
On the field of Monterey.

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The Maid of Monterrey (15:39)

Letra de J.H. Hewitt.
Cantante: Ana Laura Allende.
Producción musical: Carlos Fuentes.

The moon was shining brightly upon the battle plain
The gentle breeze fanned lightly, the features of the slain
The guns had hushed their thunder, the drum in silence lay
When came the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

The guns had hushed their thunder, the drum in silence lay
When came the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

She cast a look of anguish on dying and on dead
Her lap she made a pillow for those who groaned and bled
And when the dying soldier for one bright gleam did pray
He blessed the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

And when the dying soldier for one bright gleam did pray
He blessed the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

She gave the thirsty water and dressed the bleeding wound
And gentle prayers she uttered for those who sighed around
And when the bugle sounded, just at the break of day
We blessed the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

And when the bugle sounded, just at the break of day
We blessed the Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

For, though she loved her nation and prayed that it might live
Yet for the dying foe-man, she had a tear to give
Then here's to that bright beauty, who drove death's pang away
The meek-eyed Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

Then here's to that bright beauty, who drove death's pang away
The meek-eyed Señorita, the Maid of Monterrey.

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The Heroine Martyr of Monterey (22:45)

Cantante: Ana Laura Allende.
Producción musical: Carlos Fuentes.

The strife was stern as Monterey,
When those high towers were lost and won,
And pealing through that mortal fray,
Flash'd the strong battery's vengeful gun;
Yet, heedless of its deadly rain,
She stood in toil and danger first,
To bind the bleeding soldier's vein,
And slake the dying soldier's thirst.

She found a pale and stricken foe
Sinking in nature's last eclipse,
And, on the red earth kneeling low,
She wet his parch'd and fever'd lips;
When, thick as winter's driving sleet,
The booming shot and flaming shell
Swept with wild rage that gory street,
And she—the good and gentle—fell.

They laid her in her narrow bed,
The foemen of her land and race;
And sighs were breathed, and tears were shed,
Above her lowly resting place:—
Ay! glory's crimson worshippers
Wept over her untimely fall,
For deeds of mercy such as hers
Subdue the hearts and eyes of all.

To sound her worth were guilt and shame
In us, who love but gold and ease:—
They heed alike our praise or blame,
Who live and die in works like these.
Far greater than the wise or brave,
Far happier than the fair and gay,
Was she who found a martyr's grave
On that red field of Monterey Show less