<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old and Bold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When England sets her banner forth<br>And bids her armour shine,<br>She'll not forget the famous North,<br>The lads of moor and Tyne;<br>And when the loving-cup's in hand<br>And Honour leads the cry,<br>They know not old Northumberland<br>Who'll pass her memory by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Nelson sailed for Trafalgar<br>With all his country's best,<br>He held them dear as brothers are,<br>But one beyond the rest.<br>For when the fleet with heroes manned<br>To clear the decks began,<br>The boast of old Northumberland<br>He sent to lead the van.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Himself by Victory's bulwark stood<br>And cheered to see the sight;<br>'That noble fellow Collingwood,<br>How bold he goes to fight!'<br>Love, that the league of Ocean spanned,<br>Heard him face to face;<br>'What would he give, Northumberland,<br>To share our pride of place?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flag that goes the world around<br>And flaps on every breeze<br>Has never gladdened fairer ground<br>Or kinder hearts than these.<br>So when the loving-cup's in hand<br>And Honour leads the cry,<br>They know not old Northumberland<br>Who'll pass her memory by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519276" data-title="The Old and Bold de Sir Henry Newbolt" data-description="When England sets her banner forth And bids her armour shine, She'll not forget the famous North, The lads of moor and Tyne; And when the loving-cup's in hand And Honour leads the cry, They know not old Northumberland Who'll pass her memory by. W..."></div> </div> </div>

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