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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spies' March</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are not leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally,<br>Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow.<br>There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugle we rally<br>From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow the Standard of Yellow!<br>	Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not where the squadrons mass,<br> Not where the bayonets shine,<br>Not where the big shell shout as they pass<br> Over the firing-line;<br>Not where the wounded are,<br> Not where the nations die,<br>Killed in the cleanly game of war --<br> That is no place for a spy!<br>O Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours --<br> Here is no place for a spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trained to another use,<br> We march with colours furled,<br>Only concerned when Death breaks loose<br> On a front of half a world.<br>Only for General Death<br> The Yellow Flag may fly,<br>While we take post beneath --<br> That is the place for a spy.<br>Where Plague has spread his pinions<br> Over Nations and Dominions --<br>Then will be work for a spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dropping shots begin,<br> The single funerals pass,<br>Our skirmishers run in,<br> The corpses dot the grass!<br>The howling towns stampede,<br> The tainted hamlets die.<br>Now it is war indeed --<br> Now there is room for a spy!<br>O Peoples, Kings and Lands,<br>We are waiting your commands --<br>What is the work for a spy?<br>	(Drums) -- Fear is upon us, spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go where his pickets hide --<br> Unmask the shape they take,<br>Whether a gnat from the waterside,<br> Or a stinging fly in the brake,<br>Or filth of the crowded street,<br> Or a sick rat limping by,<br>Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat --<br> That is the work of a spy!<br>	(Drums) -- Death is upon us, spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What does he next prepare?<br> Whence will he move to attack? --<br>By water, earth or air? --<br> How can we head him back?<br>Shall we starve him out if we burn<br> Or bury his food-supply?<br>Slip through his lines and learn --<br> That is work for a spy!<br>	(Drums) -- Get to your business, spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Does he feint or strike in force?<br> Will he charge or ambuscade?<br>What is it checks his course?<br> Is he beaten or only delayed?<br>How long will the lull endure?<br> Is he retreating? Why?<br>Crawl to his camp and make sure --<br> That is the work for a spy!<br>	(Drums) -- Fetch us our answer, spy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ride with him girth to girth<br> Wherever the Pale Horse wheels<br>Wait on his councils, ear to earth,<br> And say what the dust reveals.<br>For the smoke of our torment rolls<br> Where the burning thousands lie;<br>What do we care for men's bodies or souls?<br> Bring us deliverance, spy!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow.
There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugle we rally
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