Gallant Gordons! Evermore on your rugged native shore
Shall your valour honoured be,
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In the palace garden-close
Many a flower buds and blows, —
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Whence came you,
Wind from the sea,
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Majuba Day! Majuba Day!
Here's a health to Bobs and his force to-day!
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The old flag's flying from the rampart,
The old flag's blown upon the breeze,
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Hark, the bugles call us out!
Hark, the chargers restless neigh!
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The "Bride" o' Leith swings out to sea,
Breasting the snow-white foam,
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“It’s all very well these ‘ere blessed flim-flammers —
These ‘ere bloomin’ OMERS an’ suchlike
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Down in the dyke of the ancient folk,
Hard by the rampart crowned with oak,
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The old apple-tree at the top of the orchard
Lies flat
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My garden has a lawn —
Green and withdrawn,
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“Luck”
said Dan,
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Close-locked in fight, — beat by battle's raging passion,
A stern wall of steel on a hillside drenched with rai
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O bat's cry and mist-rack and dark o' the moon! O roving of wayfarers and wetting of gay shoon!
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Not his the lifelong loud renown,
The head with weight of years grown gray:
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Guido Sebaldi the mason
Worked at a house of stone:
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Clang out, wild bells, your glad acclaim:
Roar, deep-mouthed cannon, honour to her name!
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Thorny the ways that lead to Duty's shrine,
Thro' grim ravines, o'er iron crags they pass,
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Gather ye, galloping cross-country riders,
Saddle your horses and arm for the right;
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Flag that has flown o'er a thousand fields victorious,
Flag that art first on the land and the seas,
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When the thunder of the battle rolls no more,
And the last bugles blow o'er the plain,
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Wind from the eastward whose breath goes seaward surely
Over the cold grey rollers that hold me apart,
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Queens' ships, Queens' ships…
Gloriana's mariners,
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“There’s a lot
In a knot,”
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When the days of creation
Were all but done,
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Great Zimbabwe in the sun,
Far away
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Everything is different in Africa.
Strange stars by night look down,
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“So Fritz ‘e’s at ‘is tricks,” Bill said,
“’Is dirty sinkin’ game:
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Long after the shadow of war is fled
And the last battle is fought
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Ye gave me your broken meat
And of your lees o' wine,
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