IronDuke_slith -> RE: Official Rugby World Cup 2007 Thread (10/14/2007 12:47:03 AM)
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We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender quote:
This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day quote:
Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. quote:
When Britain first at Heav'n's command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain; Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. The nations not so blest as thee, Shall in their turns to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. Still mor majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. To thee belongs the rural reign; They cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves. The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to juide the fair. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: Britons never will be slaves [sm=fighting0043.gif][sm=fighting0043.gif]
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