Of A Ballad Sung By H. Plunket Greene To His Old School <br /> <br />Twice three hundred boys were we, <br />Long ago, long ago, <br />Where the Downs look out to the Severn Sea. <br />Clifton for aye! <br />We held by the game and hailed the team, <br />For many could play where few could dream. <br />City of Song shall stand alway. <br /> <br />Some were for profit and some for pride, <br />Long ago, long ago, <br />Some for the flag they lived and died. <br />Clifton for aye! <br />The work of the world must still be done, <br />And minds are many though truth be one. <br />City of Song shall stand alway. <br /> <br />But a lad there was to his fellows sang, <br />Long ago, long ago, <br />And soon the world to his music rang. <br />Clifton for aye! <br />Follow your Captains, crown your Kings, <br />But what will ye give to the lad that sings? <br />City of Song shall stand alway. <br /> <br />For the voice ye hear is the voice of home, <br />Long ago, long ago, <br />And the voice of Youth with the world to roam. <br />Clifton for aye! <br />The voice of passion and human tears, <br />And the voice of the vision that lights the years. <br />City of Song shall stand alway.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-echo-6/
