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Yes, we stood _here_, in spite of their coldness, Duty's first marksmen--whate'er should betide,-- Conquering Success--the sure fruit of boldness-- World-witnessed now by this field-day of pride! And though they laugh'd at Tom Wydeawake's fancies, Olives and laurels combine in his wreath; For, the world's peace--in England's and France's-- Sprung of that sowing on Surrey Blackheath!
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Hurrah for the Rifle, and
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In days long ago when old England was young,
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Rise, Britannia, before mentioned, which was
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reproduced in my now extinct
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Cithara, in 1863: I wrote it to be sung to the tune of
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Wha wouldna fecht for Charlie: even as afterwards I adapted my
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In days long ago when old England was young to
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The roast-beef of old England,
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Rise! ye gallant youth of Britain, Gather to your country's call, On your hearts her name is written, Rise to help her, one and all! Cast away each feud and faction, Brood not over wrong nor ill, Rouse your virtues into action, For we love our country still, Hail, Britannia! hail, Britannia! Raise that thrilling shout once more, Rise, Britannia! rule, Britannia! Conqueror over sea and shore!
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Rise then, patriots I name endearing,-- Flock from Scotland's moors and dales, From the green glad fields of Erin, From the mountain homes of Wales,-- Rise! for sister England calls you, Rise! our commonweal to serve, Rise! while now the song enthrals you Thrilling every vein and nerve,-- Hail, Britannia! hail, Britannia! Conquer, as thou didst of yore; Rise, Britannia! rule, Britannia! Over every sea and shore!
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Englishmen, up! make ready your rifles! Who can tell now what a day may bring forth? Patch up all quarrels, and stick at no trifles,-- Let the world see what your loyalty's worth! Loyalty?--selfishness, cowardice, terror Stoutly will multiply loyalty's sum, When to astonish presumption and error Soon the shout rises--the brigands are come!
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Up then and arm! it is wisdom and duty; We are too tempting a prize to be weak: Lo, what a pillage of riches and beauty, Glories to gain and revenges to wreak! Run for your rifles, and stand to your drilling; Let not the wolf have his will, as he might, If in the midst of their trading and tilling Englishmen cannot--or care not to--fight!
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Arm then at once! If no one attack us Better than well, for the rifle may rust; But if the pirates be coming to sack us, Level it calmly, and God be your trust! Only, while yet there's a moment, keep steady; Skilfully, duteously, quickly prepare,-- Then with a nation of riflemen ready, Nobody'll come because no one will dare!