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Tight–rigged, Puwited,
polished
the troops of Akbar
parade poised
In a clear sun. Flags fly high
Cross of St.George
and Union Jack
Hearts of oak each Division
Bands of steel all her boys.
Form fours, right turn
Down to the village
with pennies to burn
Led by the bugle's marching call
swinging along
on the boots of a song
Down to the Church of England.
Old burgees, battle honours
Tombs of Crusaders, time stretched
on its corbelled walls.
'Eternal Father, strong to save
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave!'
the voices soar.
So much is fine about it all. |
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