The Song of the Bow

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What of the bow? The bow was made in England:Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free Love the old yew-treeAnd the land where the yew-tree grows.

What of the cord? The cord was made in England:A rough cord, a tough cord, A cord that bowmen love; And so we will sing Of the hempen stringAnd the land where the cord was wove.

What of the shaft? The shaft was cut in England:A long shaft, a strong shaft, Barbed and trim and true; So we'll drink all together To the grey goose-featherAnd the land where the grey goose flew.

What of the mark? Ah, seek it not in England,A bold mark, our old mark Is waiting over-sea. When the strings harp in chorus, And the lion flag is o'er us,It is there that our mark will be.

What of the men? The men were bred in England:The bowmen -- the yeomen, The lads of dale and fell. Here's to you -- and to you! To the hearts that are trueAnd the land where the true hearts dwell.

© Doyle Arthur Conan