Soldato
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...properly
Get the Royal Tournament back in action and lets have proper Field Gun races again!!(I know field gun has happened since but it isn't a proper sport outisde Royal Tournament)
Ok yes the country is broke, ok yes the populace is apathetic; but hell when I was a kid it was a great day out and a brilliant showcase for what as Britain we can do regardless of the political circumstances. Proper tubthumping (because even false pride is better than no pride)
/Oh go I'm drunk and it was my bedreadlocked Bajan (someone from Barbados!) mate who reminded me of the Royal Tournament & the Field Gun Races and how 'outsiders' saw it as the Great part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain.
*I'll regret this post when I get up in a couple of hours
**Edit
I have to say I'm biased because I have a friend who has 3 & 1/2 fingers on his left hand because he lost the wheel pin on the run home and used his index finger as a replacement
**2nd Edit (and I really should let the sleeping dog lie!)
Sod it, cos it's my home town and our Navy consists of a yaught and a rotting rowing boat and I have a tear in my eye
Hearts Of Oak
Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We never see the French but we wish them to stay,
They always see us and they wish us away;
If they run, we will follow, we will drive them ashore,
And if they won't fight, we can do no more.
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children and beaus,
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea,
Her standard is Justice—her watchword, 'be free.'
Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing,
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king
-You can also sing Jolly tars are men instead of Heart of oak are our men
I prefer the original version I've given
\o/
Get the Royal Tournament back in action and lets have proper Field Gun races again!!(I know field gun has happened since but it isn't a proper sport outisde Royal Tournament)
Ok yes the country is broke, ok yes the populace is apathetic; but hell when I was a kid it was a great day out and a brilliant showcase for what as Britain we can do regardless of the political circumstances. Proper tubthumping (because even false pride is better than no pride)
/Oh go I'm drunk and it was my bedreadlocked Bajan (someone from Barbados!) mate who reminded me of the Royal Tournament & the Field Gun Races and how 'outsiders' saw it as the Great part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain.
*I'll regret this post when I get up in a couple of hours
**Edit
I have to say I'm biased because I have a friend who has 3 & 1/2 fingers on his left hand because he lost the wheel pin on the run home and used his index finger as a replacement
**2nd Edit (and I really should let the sleeping dog lie!)
Sod it, cos it's my home town and our Navy consists of a yaught and a rotting rowing boat and I have a tear in my eye
Hearts Of Oak
Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We never see the French but we wish them to stay,
They always see us and they wish us away;
If they run, we will follow, we will drive them ashore,
And if they won't fight, we can do no more.
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children and beaus,
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men,
we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea,
Her standard is Justice—her watchword, 'be free.'
Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing,
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king
-You can also sing Jolly tars are men instead of Heart of oak are our men
I prefer the original version I've given
\o/
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