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A call to arms......

So, here we stand, we few, we loyal few, we band of brothers. Standing in a thin red line against the invading hordes from across the sea. The battle is nearly done, the hour is almost here, the hour of our victory is at hand.
One final push, one mighty effort, to push the invaders back into the channel, sending them back from whence they came. Our breath is ragged, our souls weary, but the ultimate honour of defending our island home is thrust upon each and every one of us. This is our crown of thorns, our calvary, indeed our Rorkes Drift, and we take heart from those that have gone before. They watch down on us from on high, willing each and every one of us to do our duty to the best of our ability, our strength, our heart.
Just 7 points separate us from our destiny, after the hard miles were done in the first week. Uncle Winrew has since added another point after his opponent rather jumped from the cliffs under pressure, and many more will follow.
We have to stand up, we have to take ourselves home. There'll be no holding of hands, holding of hands get kind of clammy on me. Who'll be our role model, now that our role model has gone....gone....gone....he ducked back down the alley with some fat faced little girl......errr, yes.

Onwards, to glory, to death......to victory.

Comrades, sunday.....we dine in hell
 
Do you hear the people sing ​

Singing a song of angry men ​

It is the music of a people ​

Who will not be slaves again​

When the beating of your heart ​

Echoes the beating of the drums​

There is a life about to start ​

When tomorrow comes​

Will you join in our crusade​

Who will be strong and stand with me​

Beyond the barricade ​

Is there a world you long to see? ​

Then join in the fight ​

That will give you the right to be free​

Do you hear the people sing​

Singing a song of angry men ​

It is the music of a people ​

Who will not be slaves again​

When the beating of your heart ​

Echoes the beating of the drums ​

There is a life about to start ​

When tomorrow comes​

Will you give all you can give ​

So that our banner may advance ​

Some will fall and some will live ​

Will you stand up and take your chance​

The blood of the martyrs ​

Will water the meadows of France​

Do you hear the people sing​

Singing a song of angry men ​

It is the music of a people ​

Who will not be slaves again ​

When the beating of your heart ​

Echoes the beating of the drums ​

There is a life about to start ​

When tomorrow comes ​
 
Onward Christian soldiers, marching as to war
With the cross of Jesus going on before
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng
Blend with ours your voices in a triumph song

Christ, the Royal Master, leads against the foe
Forward into battle, see His banners go, oh
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/petra/onward_christian_soldiers.html ]
Onward Betnods soldiers, marching as to war
With the cross of Cumbria going on before
Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane
But the cross of Cumbria constant will remain

Marching as to war
(Marching as to war)
Oh, we're marching as to war
(Marching as to war)

Oh, we're marching as to war
Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng
Blend with ours your voices in a triumph song
Onward Betnods soldiers, marching as to war
With the cross of Winrew going on before

Marching as to war
(Marching as to war)
Oh, we're marching as to war
(Marching as to war)
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