Treasure Island

Frederick George Scott

(7 April 1861 – 19 January 1944 / Montreal)

British War Song


WARS and rumours of wars"—the clouds lower over the sea,
And a man must now be a man, if ever a man can be;
"Wars and rumours of wars"—a cry from the flaming East,
For the vultures are gathered together, and the lions roar over the
feast.

War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tremble! Shall we shrink like
cowards from the fray?
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Better all Britons were dead than their glory passed away!
The clouds may be dark and lowering, the storm may be loud and
long,
But the hearts of our men are true, and the arms of our men are
strong.

From the thousand years of glory, from the grave of heroes gone,
Comes a voice on the breath of the storm, and a power to spur us
on:
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A man must now be a man, and every man be true,
Fro the grave that covers our glory shall cover each Briton too.

Submitted: Saturday, March 31, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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