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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bayonet Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fire away, fire away, boys must have their play,<br>There'll be hard work yet<br>Before sunset:<br>But what of the day when the boys have had their play?<br>When the boys have played, why then,<br>Aha!<br>'Twill be time for the men,<br>Hurrah!<br>And the bayonet!<br>But, men, as we've nothing to do till then,<br>And the match is on out there,<br>I think you and I may as well stand by<br>And see that the game goes fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No drummer! no tambourettes,<br>The earth is our drum wherever we come,<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets,<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets,<br>Where's the drumstick that ever could beat,<br>Where's the drumhead that ever could drum,<br>Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet,<br>And the earth that is dumb till we come and come?<br>Come and come and come and come<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Love your enemy'-yes, 'tis the Briton's grace!<br>I love him so well that I'd see his face.<br>Yon little ninepins all in a row,<br>How can I tell if I love 'em or no?<br>So hurrah, lads, up we go!<br>Here's to our nearer meeting,<br>And if when we come within greeting<br>I see my own special foe,<br>I'll leave him to Tom or John,<br>And find my work further on,<br>And perhaps he and I will shake hands by and bye<br>Side by side as we lie<br>(To-night on the gory slope of the hill<br>As the dew-tears drop from the sky above<br>At the silent thought<br>Of the friends whom we love<br>Better still),<br>And wait for the surgeon's cart<br>That's always coming and never comes,<br>And when a couple of bearers pass<br>I'll give him my turn,<br>Tho' the flesh-wounds smart,<br>And the bone-wounds burn,<br>And the life-tide's running dry<br>Because he's my enemy.<br>But that's when I've spiked up John's and Tom's<br>And Rosie's and Poll's and Marjorie's<br>And little Jack's and todlin May's<br>And the victory's won and the bloody day's<br>Done, and of flesh that is grass<br>Along the braes the bloody hay's<br>Made, that is made, hurrah!<br>With the bayonet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For till you show me the Sacred Word<br>I'm for Peter and his good sword,<br>Only I hope if we'd drilled him here<br>He'd not have missed the head for the ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gods, I'd give a Life's delights<br>To have been there that night of nights,<br>With ten such men as I see here now,<br>When they spat their sin on the Sinless Brow<br>And struck Him without let,-<br>And have heard the ten steels clash at my call<br>And seen the ten steels flash in the hall<br>As we did them all up to the wall,<br>High Priest, low Priest, Romans and all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Great and small up to the wall,<br>Up to the wall with the bayonet.<br>I would keep or lose my right hand<br>By the love of every man here<br>For the dear native land.<br>There is not a man here this day<br>Of whom come what come can<br>I could speak with an accent of scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who feels his courage grow colder<br>At sight of the foe,<br>Whose conscience is bolder<br>Because we are shoulder to shoulder,<br>Who goes up the hill because we are men<br>And not because he is man,<br>He shall serve his country yet<br>But not with the bayonet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Well done-I like your eyes,<br>Neither sunrise<br>Nor sunset.<br>Well done-I know the grips<br>That will tell to barrel and stock<br>What the beard hides on the lips:<br>No strain on the rein, no tug on the slips.<br>No drummer! no tambourettes!<br>The earth is our drum wherever we come,<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets,<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets,<br>Where's the drumstick that ever could beat,<br>Where's the drumhead that ever could drum,<br>Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet,<br>And the earth that is dumb till we come and come?<br>Till we come and come and come and come,<br>Bayonets, bayonets, bayonets, bayonets!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>You are not dogs but Lions, and who<br>Holds Lions in leash? Hurrah,<br>My Lions! with just such a pack<br>I'd hunt down the gods of Olympus! Alack,<br>This mount is all an Olympus. Up there<br>You see the bird-popping goddikins-ten<br>To one I'll warrant you-bah!<br>What then?<br>Who cares while theirs is the ten to the one<br>And ours is the one to the ten?<br>Were't one to twenty which of us would shirk<br>The odds or the glory? You see<br>How the land lies?<br>This fox-cover up the long rise,<br>Then fifty paces of open, and then the breast-work.<br>Scatter the pack in cover, make them cast wide,<br>From wood-side to wood-side.<br>Go in like hounds and come out<br>At the top like men and lions-full swing<br>Up the wood, but when it's grey-blue<br>Overhead come together like men.<br>A halt for breath,<br>Slow-time and still as death<br>To the covert-edge, and then<br>The rush and the roar and the spring!<br>Hunt's up, my Lions, hie in, hurrah!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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There'll be hard work yet
Before sunset:
But what of the day when the boys have had their play?
When the boys have played, why then,
Aha!
'Twill be time for the men,
Hurrah!
And the bayonet!
But, me..."></div>
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