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BOW-MEETING SONG.
Ye spirits of our Fathers,
The hardy, bold and free,
Who chas'd o'er Cressy's-gory field
A fourfold enemy!
From us who love your sylvan game,
To you the song shall flow,
To the fame of your name
Who so bravely bent the bow.
The hardy, bold and free,
Who chas'd o'er Cressy's-gory field
A fourfold enemy!
From us who love your sylvan game,
To you the song shall flow,
To the fame of your name
Who so bravely bent the bow.
'Twas merry then in England,
(Our ancient records tell,)
With Robin Hood and Little John
Who dwelt by down and dell;
And yet we love the bold outlaw
Who brav'd a tyrant foe,
Whose cheer was the deer,
And his only friend the bow!
(Our ancient records tell,)
With Robin Hood and Little John
Who dwelt by down and dell;
And yet we love the bold outlaw
Who brav'd a tyrant foe,
Whose cheer was the deer,
And his only friend the bow!
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'Twas merry then in England
In autumn's dewy morn,
When echo started from her hill
To hear the bugle-horn.
And beauty, mirth, and warrior worth
In garb of green did go
The shade to invade
With the arrow and the bow.
In autumn's dewy morn,
When echo started from her hill
To hear the bugle-horn.
And beauty, mirth, and warrior worth
In garb of green did go
The shade to invade
With the arrow and the bow.
Ye spirits of our Fathers!
Extend to us your care,
Among your children yet are found
The valiant and the fair!
'Tis merry yet in Old England
Full well her archers know,
And shame on their name
Who despise the British bow!
Extend to us your care,
Among your children yet are found
The valiant and the fair!
'Tis merry yet in Old England
Full well her archers know,
And shame on their name
Who despise the British bow!
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