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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Men Who Man Our Batteries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men who man our batteries,<br> The men who serve our guns,<br>They need not honeyed flatteries,<br> For they are Britain's sons!<br>They go, when Duty speeds them,<br> Wherever bullets fly;<br>Wherever England needs them,<br> When Duty bids, they die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men who man our strongholds,<br> Or march to yonder field<br>Where Valour against Wrong holds<br> A realm that scorns to yield,<br>From Chiltern Hills or Grampians<br> May pour their living tide,<br>But all are England's champions<br> And all are England's pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, lo! how the abhorrence<br> Of sceptred crime can join<br>The Thames and the St. Lawrence,<br> The Liffey and the Boyne.<br>For England need but ask aid<br> Where'er her branches grow,<br>And like a leaping cascade<br> It thunders on the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Our cheery sailors, lapt in<br> The maiden sea's light sleep,<br>From commodore and captain<br> To all who man the deep,<br>They hear around their bed nought<br> But echoes of their fame,<br>And well they man the Dreadnought<br> Who dread not aught but shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And whether calmly harboured,<br> Or when the rocking State<br>Lurches to port and starboard,<br> They sail the seas of Fate;<br>With everlasting laughter<br> They luff to wind and rain,<br>Aforetime and hereafter<br> The men who man the main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The men who man Great Britain,<br> And fight for royal George,<br>On battle's anvil smitten<br> Leap mightier from the forge:<br>Like oaks in Orkney's rough spring<br> They flourish torn and blown,<br>For all are Honour's offspring<br> And all are England's own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men who man this nation,<br> And sow her fame abroad,<br>They ask not acclamation,<br> They need not England's laud;<br>And when too late it finds them,<br> And falls on lifeless ears,<br>Where yon red tempest blinds them<br> They need but England's tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet, while the storm grows vaster<br> Around them and above,<br>In triumph or disaster<br> They shall not lack our love --<br>They who to Glory's fanning<br> This streamer have unfurled,<br>The men whose joy is manning,<br> The men who man the world!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q>
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 The men who serve our guns,
They need not honeyed flatteries,
 For they are Britain's sons!
They go, when Duty speeds them,
 Wherever bullets fly;
Wherever England needs them,
 When Duty bids, they die.

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