SHAKESPEARE TERCENTENARY
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Here were stout words for cheer and 'couragement,
And it seemed England when we heard such words,
And leafy Warwick in a Morn o' May,
And Arden Forest 'neath a greenwood tree.
And it seemed England when we heard such words,
And leafy Warwick in a Morn o' May,
And Arden Forest 'neath a greenwood tree.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land;
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land;
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Around us were the lodges of our dead,
Who gave their life that England still might live;
The very burrow in the which we were,
Had bones of dead men baked into the clay:
Their ghosts still seemed to linger in our lines.
Who gave their life that England still might live;
The very burrow in the which we were,
Had bones of dead men baked into the clay:
Their ghosts still seemed to linger in our lines.
