Night Fell Behind

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Then mount! Then mount, brave gallants all
And don your helms amain
Death's couriers, Fame and Honor, call
Calling to the field again

No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes
When the sword-hilt's in our hand
Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh
For the fairest of land!

Let piping swain and craven wight
Thus weep and puling cry
Thus weep and puling cry
Our business is like men to fight
And hero-like to die
And hero-like to die

Let piping swain and craven wight
Thus weep and puling cry
Thus weep and puling cry
Our business is like men to fight
And hero-like to die
And hero-like to die

No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes
When the sword-hilt's in our hand
Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh
For the fairest of land!

Let piping swain and craven wight
Thus weep and puling cry
Thus weep and puling cry
Our business is like men to fight
And hero-like to die
And hero-like to die

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