<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Battle Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Time -- the Ninth Century)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To-morrow, comrade, we <br>On the battle-plain must be, <br>There to conquer, or both lie low! <br>The morning star is up -- <br>But there's wine still in the cup, <br>And we'll take another quaff, ere we go, boy, go; <br>We'll take another quaff, ere we go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true, in manliest eyes <br>A passing tear will rise, <br>When we think of the friends we leave lone; <br>But what can wailing do? <br>See, our goblet's weeping too! <br>With its tears we'll chase away our own, boy, our own; <br>With its tears we'll chase away our own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But daylight's stealing on; <br>The last that o'er us shone <br>Saw our children around us play; <br>The next -- ah! where shall we <br>And those rosy urchins be? <br>But -- no matter -- grasp thy sword and away, boy, away; <br>No matter -- grasp thy sword and away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let those, who brook the chain <br>Of Saxon or of Dane, <br>Ignobly by their fire-sides stay; <br>One sigh to home be given, <br>One heartfelt prayer to heaven, <br>Then, for Erin and her cause, boy, hurra! hurra! hurra! <br>Then, for Erin and her cause, hurra!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</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=530018" data-title="Song of the Battle Eve de Thomas Moore" data-description="(Time -- the Ninth Century) To-morrow, comrade, we On the battle-plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! The morning star is up -- But there's wine still in the cup, And we'll take another quaff, ere we go, boy, go; We'll take an..."></div> </div> </div>

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