OH! say not that the chivalry | |
| That our brave fathers led | |
| To noble deeds of bravery, | |
| In us their sons is dead! | |
| For the same blood that leaped of yore | 5 |
| Upon the battle-plains | |
| Of Crécy and of Agincourt, | |
| Still leaps within our veins. | |
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| The times are changed; the arts of peace | |
| Are cherished more than then, | 10 |
| But, until wars for ever cease, | |
| Our country shall have men | |
| To draw the sword for countrys good, | |
| To battle for the right, | |
| To shed their hearts best drop of blood | 15 |
| In many a hard-fought fight. | |
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| All honour to the good and brave | |
| Who fought in days of old, | |
| And shame upon the sordid knave | |
| Whose heart s so dull and cold | 20 |
| As not to feel an honest glow | |
| Of patriotic pride, | |
| When he is told that long ago | |
| Such heroes lived and died. | |
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| Then let us to their memory give | 25 |
| A grateful, manly thought, | |
| And, if we prize them, let us live | |
| As nobly as they fought; | |
| Each life is but a battle-field, | |
| The Wrong against the Right. | 30 |
| Then think, when Right to Wrong would yield, | |
| Of Balaclavas fight. | |
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