Duncan
Words & music by paul simon
Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
Theyve been goin at it all night long
Well Im tryin to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And heres my song, heres my song
My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fishermans friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
Its left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee is about as
Destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
So I could hock it Id like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singin sacred songs and
Reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival
Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods sayin
Here comes somethin and it feels so good!
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thankin the lord for my fingers
For my fingers
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Lincoln Duncan
Couple in the next rooms bound to win a prize
Cause theyve been going at it all night long
And Im trying to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
And lincoln duncan is my name
And heres my song
And heres my song
My father was a fisherman my mom a fishermans friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
When I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
And i, I headed down the turnpike
For new england
Sweet new england
Had holes in my confidence
And holes in the knees of my jeans
And I was left without a penny in my pocket
And ew-whee I was desitute as a girl could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
Id surely hock it
I met a young girl in the parking lot
She was preaching to the crowd
By singing sacred songs and reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the penticost
And I seen that girl as a road to my survival
Later on the very same night
She crept to my tent with a flashlight
And these long years of innocence ended
Took me to the woods
I said her comes something that feels so good
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
I said what a night
What a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was lying under the stars just playing my guitar
But I was thanking the lord for my fingers
For my fingers
I know I know I know I know
I know I know
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Wontcha Come Out Tonight
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Ive been anticipatin, seeing you all day long
And all the while Im waitin
I find myself a-singing this little song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Soon as the music start playin
I start to thinkin of you
Thats when youll hear me sayin
Pretty please, baby, heres what I ask of you
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Late at night when Im sleepin
I get to dreamin of you
Thats when I find myself schemin
Of ways that I can spend all my nights with you
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Thank God For The Radio
(max d. barnes/robert john jones)
On the wrong end of the highway
When the long night has no end
When theres no one there beside me
til I hold you once again
Thank God for the radio
When Im on the road
When Im far from home
And feelin blue
Thank God for the radio
Playin all night long
Playin all the songs
That mean so much to me and you
Theres a song that we first danced to
And theres a song they played the night we met
And theres a song we first made love to
Thats a song Ill never forget
Thank God for the radio
When Im on the road
When Im far from home
And feelin blue
Thank God for the radio
Playin all night long
Playin all the songs
That mean so much to me and you
Playin all the songs
That mean so much to me and you
Thank God for the radio
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Home Of The Brave
Heres to johnny with his jo
And mickeys got a wife
And heres to jerry
He has got his joyce
And me, Im shaking
In my boots tonight
For the daughters and the sons
Lost in the home of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to frank hit in some bar
In picturesque brooklyn heights
And heres to a friend who jumped in front of a train
At seven oclock one night
And another friend who thinks he lacks worth
Has disappeared from sight
Somewhere in the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
The stars are hiding in their clouds
The street lights are too bright
A mans kicking a woman
Whos clutching his leg tight
And I think suddenly of you
And blink my eyes in fright
And rush off to the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life that is saved
Heres to the home of the brave
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die some
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die
In the home of the brave
Home of the brave
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Alaska & Me
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - calypso albums.
When I was a child and I lived in the city
I dreamed of alaska so far away
And I dreamed I was flying over mountains and glaciers
Somehow I knew Id live there one day
Well it took me some growin, and a fair bit of schoolin
And a little bit of trouble to get on the move
And I felt like a loser but I turned out the winner
When I came to alaska the land that I love
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
I was born in a cabin on little mulchatna
Raised in hard times but I had a good life
From the first time I flew with my father a singin
I knew that Id wind up a bush pilots wife
We sleep near the sound of a slow running river
And wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain
And we face every day like the first or the last one
With nothin to lose and heaven to gain
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
Oh, for the fire on a cold winters night
And once more to gaze at the great northern lights
For all of the beauty my children will see
Heres to alaska and me
Heres to alaska, heres to the people
Heres to the wild and heres to the free
Heres to my life in a chosen country
Heres to alaska and me
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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She Believes In Me
She believes in me
(steve gibb)
While she lays sleeping, I stay out late at night and play my songs
And sometimes all the nights can be so long
And its good when I finally make it home, all alone
While she lays dreaming, I try to get undressed without the light
And quietly she says how was your night?
And I come to her and say, it was all right, and I hold her tight
And she believes in me, Ill never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
With my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
I will find a way, find a way...
While she lays waiting, I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old guitar in the night
Just waiting for me like a secret friend, and theres no end
While she lays crying, I fumble with a melody or two
And Im torn between the things that I should do
And she says to wake her up when I am through,
God her love is true...
And she believes in me, Ill never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world
With my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right
I will find a way, while she waits... while she waits for me!
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Pro Rege Nostro
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice again
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England: --
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease,
Were the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song of your bugles blown, England --
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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What Have I Done For You
What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:-
'Take and break us: we are yours,
'England, my own!
'Life is good, and joy runs high
'Between English earth and sky:
'Death is death; but we shall die
'To the Song on your bugles blown,
'England -
'To the stars on your bugles blown!
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Girl in my guitar
she comes to me every night into my dreams, .. the same as the night be-fore
dressed up she dances and sings all here words to me so presish and sweet
she is the one I adore...
i wake from the dream with her there laying sound asleep like the every night before
i know when she sleeps she can tell thats shes next to me as she pulls her self closer
inside of my arms
oh love you are my girl.....
forever you have my heart
for as long as were on this world...
you 'll be the girl in my guitar
no matter how long apart...
no matter just where you are....
your the best that i've had by far.....
ohhh the girl in my guitar.....
the girl in my guitar
(VERSE 2)
she lights up a room like a the the sun reflecting off the moon.. like a lantern that burns
inside
shes the furnace that warms all the cold that i 've felt before the feelings she create for
me it's so hard to hide
her sweet supple lips to her goosebump-giving fingertips keeps the spark that we share
alive..
her silk flowing hair to the sexy little things she wears...keeps me excited til the
moment she arrives
(CHORUS B)
ohh love you are my girl....
forever you have my heart.....
as long as were on this world, ..
you'll be the girl in my guitar...
no matter how long apart...
no matter where you are...
your the best that i've had by far....
ohhh the girl in my guitar...
the girl in my guitar
(VERSE 3)
the love that we share and the way that she shows she cares it's never been shown
before
like an angel above she has showered me with endless love shes my drug of choice
she keeps me coming back for more
i'll sing her her song as she lays there she'll sing along... with every word i say..
as two melt to one all my defenses all overcome for we'll be together forever never
been this sure
(CHORUS 3)
ohh love you are my girl....
forever you have my heart.....
as long as were on this world, ..
you'll be the girl in my guitar...
no matter how long apart...
no matter where you are...
your the best that i've had by far....
ohhh the girl in my guitar...
the girl in my guitar
the girl in my guitar...
poem by Michael Murphy
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Obsession Blues
By michael mcdonald and bernie chiaravalle
Starin back at a room full of strange faces
I sense another welcome worn thin
A bartender sayin son take it outside
Take it out the door you brought it in
He said, he dont wanna hear about my problem
Or why I think I got it so tough
He said guys like me come a dime a dozen
That my only problem is knowin when Ive had enough
(but) how can I have too much?
How can I have to much of somethin I cant get enough of?
You said it so well in your letter baby
You gave me every reason why
Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye
Well heres to the good times
Heres to the way we were
Heres to how you tried to be my lover
till disaster struck
Now you wanna be a friend and tell me
Im a man who simply needs too much
But how can I have too much?
How can I have to much of somethin I cant get enough of?
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Let The Day Begin
Released on cd single have I told you lately, 1993
(michael been)
Heres to the babies in a brandnew world
Heres to the beauty and the stars
Heres to the travellers on open road
Heres to the dreamers in the bars
Heres to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Heres to the workers in the field
Heres to the preachers of the sacred world
Heres to the drivers on the wheel
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, (let) the day begin, ha
Heres to the winners of the human race
Heres to the losers in the game
Heres to the soldiers of the bitter war
Heres to the war that bears their name
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, the day begin, the day ( )
Heres to the doctors in the healing world
Heres to the loved ones in their care
Heres to the strangers on the streets tonight
Heres to the lonely everywhere
Heres to the wisdom from ( )
Heres to the lions in their cage
Heres to the struggle of the ( )
Heres to the clothing of the age
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, the day begin
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day, oh yeah
Now let the day begin, oh yeah
Heres to you my little love
With blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day, ( )
Oh yeah
Yeah
Come on
Come on
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I Saw A Man And He Danced With His Wife
I was by myself drinkin'
Chilled lonely wine
Then he walked in with some woman
Who's place was once mine
And she wore his ring on her finger
And the band began a song
I'd heard before
[Chorus:]
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
How I wished he was dancing with me
'Cause I remember before
When we danced on this floor
His eyes were only on me
Where did I go wrong
They were playin' our song
While I was cryin' all night long
I kept watchin' as they dance so divine
I kept hopin' kept on lookin'
But I couldn't catch his eye
Oh, then he got up and he saw me
But he just walked right on by
And danced with her
[Chorus]
Where did I go wrong
They were playin' our song
While I was cryin' all night long
Two weeks later
I heard a knock on my door
He's back
Just like all those good time before
Ah, then he kissed me
And he told me
I left her 'cause I love you,
So much more than I knew
[Chorus]
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
song performed by by Cher
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I Saw A Man & He Danced With His Wife
I was by myself drinkin
Chilled lonely wine
Then he walked in with some woman
Whos place was once mine
And she wore his ring on her finger
And the band began a song
Id heard before
Chorus:
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
How I wished he was dancing with me
cause I remember before
When we danced on this floor
His eyes were only on me
Where did I go wrong
They were playin our song
While I was cryin all night long
I kept watchin as they dance so divine
I kept hopin kept on lookin
But I couldnt catch his eye
Oh, then he got up and he saw me
But he just walked right on by
And danced with her
Chorus
Where did I go wrong
They were playin our song
While I was cryin all night long
Two weeks later
I heard a knock on my door
Hes back
Just like all those good time before
Ah, then he kissed me
And he told me
I left her cause I love you,
So much more than I knew
Chorus
I saw a man and he danced with his wife
song performed by by Cher
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Please Don't Take The Girl
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
When he was 8 years old
A little girl came thru the front gate, holding a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, he said we can't leave her behind
Son i know you don't want her to go, but someday you'll change your mind
And johnny said
Take Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thomson
Take my best friend Bo
take any body that u want as long as she don’t go
take any boy in the world
daddy please don’t take the girl
Same old boy same sweet girl
10 years down the road
he held her tight and kissed her lips in front of the picture show
stranger came and pulled a gun
grabbed her by the arm
said if you do what I tell you to there wont be any harm
and Johnny said
take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
heres the watch that my grandpa gave me
heres the key to my car, mister give it a whirl
But please don’t take the girl
Same old boy same sweet girl
5 years down the road
Theres going to be a little one
and she says it’s time to go
The doctor says the babies fine
but you’ll have to leave
cause his mommas fading fast
and Johnny hit his knees and there he rayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God please don’t take the girl
Johnnys daddy was taken him fishing when he was eight years old
Shame
The citys burning with desire
High-heeled chicks turnin tricks in a trance
Pin-stripe zombies on fire
Sayin hey baby, heres a dime for a dance
(out on the street)
I see innocent faces in the rain
(out on the street)
I see make-up runnin down from tears of pain
Down the drain
Shame
Now mama tell it like it is
Its a shame
For what papa did
Its a shame
Your sister shouldve told you so
Its a shame
cause nobody wants to know
The neon moon turns red around midnight
Junior junkies and runaway girls
Blue eyed babies posing in the headlights
Another stray cat in a dog eat dog world
(out on the street)
Aint no room for no cheap talkin prayer
(out on the street)
You dont know what its like till youre there
And youre runnin scared
Shame
Now mama tell it like it is
Its a shame
The way papa hurt his kid
Its a shame
Your sister shouldve told you so
Its a shame
Cmon man let her go
So young
Yet so old
So hard to find a friend
She lives from lover to lover
till theres nothing left of her
Yeah sweet daddy scores again
Shame
Now mama tell it like it is
Its a shame
The way papa hurt his kid
Its a shame
Your sister shouldve told you so
Its a shame
Cmon man let her go
The world shouldve let you know
Cmon man let her go
Shame on the school
Shame on the teacher
Shame on those sticky little fingers all over that helpless creature
Shame on the parish
Shame on the preacher
From where he stands that man dont have half a chance to reach her
Shame shame shame
On me and you
Shame shame shame
Now what are we goin to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Neath The Tree (Where The Hoot Owl Waits)
packing my bags,
my flute and guitar...
the laces of my boots tied.
an old shotgun,
a couple of books,
my hat pulled down low.
leaving a candle,
a couple of prayers,
and the memory of song....
nothing left to say,
nothing left to give,
nothing left undone.....
by the moonlight
in the cold, down
this long winding road....
going back to where
it all began....
in the deep dark of night
by the river bank....
listening to the water
till i lose all memory of myself....
and the wind comes calling,
an old friend, a lover...
'neath the tree where the hoot owl waits!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heres to night we where......
Heres to the night we danced together...
Heres to the night we loved eachother...
Heres to the night we shared our dreams of hope....
Heres to the night we made love....
Heres to the night you wrapped me in your arms....
Heres to the night we loved eachother like no other.....
Heres to the night we laughed at eachother.....
Heres to the night we never forgot what was made between us....
poem by Meghan Foubare
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Boyz In The Night
Bad girl
She's in heat
And ready for some action
So what do ya say
Do ya wanna play the part
Be her dirty toy
Cause don't you know
It feels so good to have
Boyz in the night
Ooh yeah
When they're holdin' her tight
Lovin' her right
All night
Playin' with the boyz of the night
Forever
No, that's not part of her plan
She don't play for plays
So don't you go getting
Any of those ideas
About a ring and her meeting your mama and your daddy
Don't think she's gonna tell you twice
Boyz in the night
Ooh yeah
When they're holdin' her tight
Lovin' her right
All night
Playin' with the boyz of the night
All that she wants is
Fun, lust and living nothin' but fast
Party all night
Sleep all day
All she wants
All she needs
Live hard and free
If she dies young
At least she can die smiling knowing
She had a real good time with the....
Boyz in the night
Ooh yeah
When they're holdin' her tight
Lovin' her right
All night
Playin' with the boyz of the night
Slut
Whore
Little tramp
They say she's all that and oh so much more
Oh so much more
Such a nasty mess she is
Trouble they say is her middle name
She don't care as long as she can party with them
Boyz in the night
Ooh yeah
When they're holdin' her tight
Lovin' her right
All night
Playin' with the boyz of the night
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Warm Vancouver Rains
Oh carry me to California
It's my farewell and time to move along
I fell in love with Old Vancouver
Someday she'll reach for me and I'll be gone
When the liquors good down goes the whiskey
The only way I know to mend this cowboy's pride
So freight train blow your lonesome whistle
And sing for me that Hobo Bills Last Ride
Chorus:
And Lord Oh how I miss the girl from London
And how I miss those kisses I love best
The taste of wine that night and her affection
Haunt me taunt me in these warm Vancouver rains
Narrate:
You know it's hard sometimes for a man to face the truth
about how he manhandled yesterday where he's at right now
and where he's headed tomorrow
If only I'd a listenned an little more perhaps she'd
still be with me now
We'll I guess come next summer I'll hock this old guitar of mine,
for a train ticket home, get me a job in the mines, save my money
and buy myself and brand new pick up truck
who knows she may take this old guitar picker back
In the meantime well it's another town a different girl
and the same old song
Chorus: End.
poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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England, My England
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:--
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mail'd hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There 's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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