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Henry John Newbolt
He clapped the...
He clapped the glass to his sightless eye,
And 'I'm damned if I see it', he said.
Drake he's in...
Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come.
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Slung atween the...
There's a breathless...
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a...
Take my drum...
Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;
If the Dons sight...
Now the sunset...
Now the sunset breezes shiver,
And she's fading down the river,
But in England's song for ever
She's the...
He clapped the...
He clapped the glass to his sightless eye,
And 'I'm damned if I see it', he said.
Drake he's in...
Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come.
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Slung atween the...
There's a breathless...
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a...
Take my drum...
Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;
If the Dons sight...
Now the sunset...
Now the sunset breezes shiver,
And she's fading down the river,
But in England's song for ever
She's the...