WARS and rumours of wars"—the clouds lower over the sea, <br />And a man must now be a man, if ever a man can be; <br />"Wars and rumours of wars"—a cry from the flaming East, <br />For the vultures are gathered together, and the lions roar over the <br /> feast. <br /> <br />War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tremble! Shall we shrink like <br /> cowards from the fray? <br />5 <br />Better all Britons were dead than their glory passed away! <br />The clouds may be dark and lowering, the storm may be loud and <br /> long, <br />But the hearts of our men are true, and the arms of our men are <br /> strong. <br /> <br />From the thousand years of glory, from the grave of heroes gone, <br />Comes a voice on the breath of the storm, and a power to spur us <br /> on: <br />10 <br />A man must now be a man, and every man be true, <br />Fro the grave that covers our glory shall cover each Briton too.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/british-war-song/
