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 Others, 'chance, when I am gone,
 * May restore the battle-call,

Bravely lead the good cause on,
 * Fighting in the which I fall;

God may quicken some true soul
 * Here to take my place below

In the heroes' muster-roll:
 * I am weary, let me go.

Shield and buckler, hang them up;
 * Drape the standard on the wall:

I have drained the mortal cup
 * To the finish, dregs and all.

When our work is done 'tis best,
 * Brother, best that we should go:

I'm aweary, let me rest,
 * I'm aweary, lay me low.

John Noble.