My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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SCARLETT'S THREE HUNDRED. |
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SCARLETT'S THREE HUNDRED.
To horse, trot, gallop, and out with each blade!
To-day, Lads, we ride on a dare-devil raid
For death, or a halo that never shall fade.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
To-day, Lads, we ride on a dare-devil raid
For death, or a halo that never shall fade.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
An Army o'erhanging us, in the death-hush
Massed, like an Avalanche crowded to crush;
Up at them, pierce them, ere on us they rush!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Massed, like an Avalanche crowded to crush;
Up at them, pierce them, ere on us they rush!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Stick to old Scarlett, Lads! See how he goes
In for a near-sighted look at our foes:
Faster, men, faster, or singly he'll close!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
In for a near-sighted look at our foes:
Faster, men, faster, or singly he'll close!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
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Chariots of fire in the dark of death stand,
With crowns for the foremost who fall for their land:
My God, what a time ere we get hand to hand!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
With crowns for the foremost who fall for their land:
My God, what a time ere we get hand to hand!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
O the lightning of life! O the thunder of steeds!
Saddles are emptied, but nobody heeds;
All fighting to follow where Elliott leads.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Saddles are emptied, but nobody heeds;
All fighting to follow where Elliott leads.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Spring too now, wedge through now, and cleave crest and crown;
All one as a mowing-machine, cut them down!
For each foe round you strewn now a wreath of renown.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
All one as a mowing-machine, cut them down!
For each foe round you strewn now a wreath of renown.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
There's fear in their faces; they shrink from the shock;
They will open the door, only loud enough knock;
Keep turning the key, lest we stick in the lock!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
They will open the door, only loud enough knock;
Keep turning the key, lest we stick in the lock!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Well done! Soul and steel alike trusty and true!
By Thousands they faced our invincible Few;
Like sand in a sieve you have riddled them through.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
By Thousands they faced our invincible Few;
Like sand in a sieve you have riddled them through.
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Charge back! Once again we must ride the Death-ride,
Torn, tattered, but smiling with something of pride:
Charge home; out of Hell; gory-grim; glorified!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
Torn, tattered, but smiling with something of pride:
Charge home; out of Hell; gory-grim; glorified!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
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One cheer for the living! One cheer for the dead!
One cheer for the deed on that hill-side red!
The glory is gathered for England's proud head!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
One cheer for the deed on that hill-side red!
The glory is gathered for England's proud head!
Dear England for Ever, Hurrah!
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