 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Blucher's “Forwards!”
Bravo! brave old Teuton heart,
Noble “Marshal Forwards!”
Bravo! every better part,—
Nature, Providence, and Art,—
Agrees in going forwards;
If we gain, to gain the more,
Pressing on to things before,
Ever marching forwards;
If we lose,—by swift attack
Soon to win those losses back
By the rule of—Forwards!
Noble “Marshal Forwards!”
Bravo! every better part,—
Nature, Providence, and Art,—
Agrees in going forwards;
If we gain, to gain the more,
Pressing on to things before,
Ever marching forwards;
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Soon to win those losses back
By the rule of—Forwards!
Forwards! it's the way of life,
Always urging forwards,—
Be it peace, or be it strife,
Stagnant-ripe, or tempest-rife,
All is moving forwards;
Generations live and die,
Stars are journeying on the sky
By the law of forwards;
Space and Time, and you, and I,
And all—but God's Eternity—
Tend for ever forwards!
Always urging forwards,—
Be it peace, or be it strife,
Stagnant-ripe, or tempest-rife,
All is moving forwards;
Generations live and die,
Stars are journeying on the sky
By the law of forwards;
Space and Time, and you, and I,
And all—but God's Eternity—
Tend for ever forwards!
So, good youth, go on and win!
Conquest lives in forwards;
Go, if once you well begin,
Steering clear of self and sin,
Forwards, ever forwards!
Never could the foe withstand
Honest Blucher's one command,
Forwards, soldiers! forwards,—
Never shall the foe be met
Bold enough to front thee yet,
If thy face is Forwards!
Conquest lives in forwards;
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Steering clear of self and sin,
Forwards, ever forwards!
Never could the foe withstand
Honest Blucher's one command,
Forwards, soldiers! forwards,—
Never shall the foe be met
Bold enough to front thee yet,
If thy face is Forwards!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |