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CHORUS (as Yeomen march on).
Tower Warders,
Under orders,
Gallant pikemen, valiant sworders!
Brave in bearing,
Foemen scaring,
In their bygone days of daring!
Ne'er a stranger
There to danger—
Each was o'er the world a ranger;
To the story
Of our glory
Each a bold contributory!
CHORUS OF YEOMEN.
In the autumn of our life,
Here at rest in ample clover,
We rejoice in telling over
Our impetuous May and June.
In the evening of our day,
With the sun of life declining,
We recall without repining
All the heat of bygone noon.
SOLO—2nd Yeoman.
This the autumn of our life,
This the evening of our day;
Weary we of battle strife,
Weary we of mortal fray.
But our year is not so spent,
And our days are not so faded,
But that we with one consent,
Were our loved land invaded,
Still would face a foreign foe,
As in days of long ago.
| Chorus. |
Still would face a foreign foe, |
|
People. Tower Warders, |
Yeomen. This the autumn of our life, &c. |
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Enter Dame Carruthers.
| Dame. | A good-day to you! |
| 2nd Yeoman. | Good-day, Dame Carruthers. Busy to-day? |
