Sky_Blue_Daz
Well-Known Member
Or close the wall up with our English dead
In peace theres nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility
But when the blast of war blows in our ears
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stifen the sinews summonup the BLOOD
Disguise fair nature with hard favoured rage
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of tje heae
Like the brass cannon let the brow oerwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
Oerhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swillee with the wild and wasteful ocean
NOW SET THE TEETH AND STRETCH THE NOSTRIL WIDE
Hold hard the breath and bend every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you brave noblest English
Whos blood is fet from fathers of war proof!
Fathers that like so many Alexanders , have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument
Dishonour not your mothers now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood
And teach them how to war
And you good yeoman
Whose limbs were made in England show us here
The mettle of your pasture let us swear
That you are worth your breeding which I doubt not
For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I SEE YOU STAND LIKE GREYHOUNDS IN THE SLIPS
STRAINING UPON THE START THE GAMES AFOOT CRY 'GOD FOR HARRY, ENGLAND AND SAINT GEORGE,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In peace theres nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility
But when the blast of war blows in our ears
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stifen the sinews summonup the BLOOD
Disguise fair nature with hard favoured rage
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of tje heae
Like the brass cannon let the brow oerwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
Oerhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swillee with the wild and wasteful ocean
NOW SET THE TEETH AND STRETCH THE NOSTRIL WIDE
Hold hard the breath and bend every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you brave noblest English
Whos blood is fet from fathers of war proof!
Fathers that like so many Alexanders , have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument
Dishonour not your mothers now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood
And teach them how to war
And you good yeoman
Whose limbs were made in England show us here
The mettle of your pasture let us swear
That you are worth your breeding which I doubt not
For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I SEE YOU STAND LIKE GREYHOUNDS IN THE SLIPS
STRAINING UPON THE START THE GAMES AFOOT CRY 'GOD FOR HARRY, ENGLAND AND SAINT GEORGE,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!