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Rh When boats are being lowered, lads, your place and mine are here,—

Oh, we were never needed more than now!

When others go, it is for us those left behind to cheer,

And I am glad, my lads, that we know how!

If it is Death that's calling us, we'll make a brave response;

Play up, play up!—ye may not play again;

The prize that Nelson won at last, the chance that comes but once,

Is ours, my lads!—the chance to die like men!