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 Rh O 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 rave 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!