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Sir Henry Newbolt - Laudabunt AliiSir Henry Newbolt - Laudabunt Alii
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(After Horace) Let others praise, as fancy wills,   Berlin beneath her trees, Or Rome upon her seven hills,   Or Venice by her seas; Stamboul by double tides embraced, Or green Damascus in the waste. For me there`s nought I would not leave   For the good Devon land, Whose orchards down the echoing cleeve   Bedewed with spray-drift stand, And hardly bear the red fruit up That shall be next year`s cider-cup. You too, my friend, may wisely mark   How clear skies follow rain, And, lingering in your own green park   Or drilled on Laffan`s Plain, Forget not with the festal bowl To soothe at times your weary soul. When Drake must bid to Plymouth Hoe   Good-bye for many a day, And some were sad and feared to go,   And some that dared not stay, Be sure he bade them broach the best, And raised his tankard with the rest. "Drake`s luck to all that sail with Drake   For promised lands of gold! Brave lads, whatever storms may break,   We`ve weathered worse of old! To-night the loving-cup we`ll drain, To-morrow for the Spanish Main!"
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