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"The Surreys Played the Game"

(A World War One (WWI) Patriotic Poem)

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The full text of the poem, as given in William Manchester's book:

"On through the heat of slaughter
Where gallant comrades fall
Where blood is poured like water
They drive the trickling ball
The fear of death before them
Is but an empty name
True to the land that bore them
The Surreys play the game"

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Thanks to Keith Cathro in Melbourne for assistance in tracking this down.

Two references are given by Manchester for the poem.

A poem passed on by Mike

"Vitai Lampada"
Sir Henry Newbolt (1862 to 1938)

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night
   Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
   An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
   Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
   "Play up! play up! and play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
   Red with the wreck of a square that broke;--
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
   And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
   And England's far, and Honor a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks,
   "Play up! play up! and play the game!"

This is the word that year by year
   While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
   And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
   Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind--
   "Play up! play up! and play the game!"

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