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Title: The Echo
Author: Henry Newbolt [
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OF A BALLAD SUNG BY H. PLUNKET GREENE TO HIS OLD SCHOOL
Twice three hundred boys were we,
_Long ago, long ago,_
Where the Downs look out to the Severn Sea.
_Clifton for aye!_
We held by the game and hailed the team,
For many could play where few could dream.
_City of Song shall stand alway._
Some were for profit and some for pride,
_Long ago, long ago,_
Some for the flag they lived and died.
_Clifton for aye!_
The work of the world must still be done,
And minds are many though truth be one.
_City of Song shall stand alway._
But a lad there was to his fellows sang,
_Long ago, long ago,_
And soon the world to his music rang.
_Clifton for aye!_
Follow your Captains, crown your Kings,
But what will ye give to the lad that sings?
_City of Song shall stand alway._
For the voice ye hear is the voice of home,
_Long ago, long ago,_
And the voice of Youth with the world to roam.
_Clifton for aye!_
The voice of passion and human tears,
And the voice of the vision that lights the years.
_City of Song shall stand alway._
NOTE:
_The Echo_.--The ballad was "The Twa Sisters of Binnorie," as set by Arthur Somervell.
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Henry Newbolt's poem: Echo
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