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Posted by IONA English folk correspondent, 7th Apr 2006
Ye generals all and champions bold,
That takes delight in the field,
That knocks down palaces and castle walls,
But now to death must yield:
I am an Englishman by birth,
Lord Marlborough is my name,
In Devonshire I drew my breath,
That place of noted fame.
I was beloved by all my men,
Kings and princes likewise
Its many a town I've often took,
I did the world surprise.
King Charles the Second I did serve,
To face our foes in France
And at the battle of Ramilles
We boldly did advance.
The sun was down, the earth did shake,
So loudly did I cry:
"Fight on, my boys, for England's sake,
We'll conquer or we'll die!"
That very day my horse was shot,
'Twas by a musket ball,
And as I mounted up again,
My aide-de-camp did fall.
Now I on a bed of sickness lie,
I am resign'd to die;
You generals all and champions bold,
Stand true as well as I.
Stand true, my lads, and take no bribe,
But fight with courgae bold,
I led my men through smoke and fire,
But never was brib'd by gold.
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