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G4EBT > POEM 26.09.08 22:13l 53 Lines 1498 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
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Subj: "Play up and play the game!"
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From: G4EBT@GB7FCR.#16.GBR.EU
To : POEM@WW
It's often been said that battles were really won on the playing field of
Eton, where many army officers were educated. The actual title of this
poem, by Sir Henry Newbolt, is "Vitai Lampada", but is better known as
"Play up, play up, and play the game!"
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;--
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honor a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind--
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Best wishes
David, G4EBT @ GB7FCR
British Vintage Wireless Society Member
G-QRP Club Member, No: 1339
Cottingham, East Yorkshire.
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