Howbeit he refused to turn aside: wherefore Abner with the
hinder end of the spear smote him under the fifth rib, that the
spear came out behind him; and he fell down there, and died in
the same place: and it came to pass, that as many as came to the
place when Asahel fell down and died stood still.
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And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the read more
And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives
The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I read more
The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
The king of France with twenty thousand men
Went up the hill, and then came down again:
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The king of France with twenty thousand men
Went up the hill, and then came down again:
The king of Spain with twenty thousand more
Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before.
You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
No milk read more
You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
No milk and honey there, but tears and blood
Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire,
And left a worse than desert where they passed.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high read more
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high our honour in your wounded hands,
Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet--
We have no glory great enough for you,
The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
If my soldiers were to begin to think, not one would remain in the ranks
If my soldiers were to begin to think, not one would remain in the ranks
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
