Night Fell Behind

Summoning

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    Then mount! Then mount, brave gallants all
    And don your helms amain
    Death's couriers, Fame and Honor, call
    Calling to the field again

    No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes
    When the sword-hilt's in our hand
    Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh
    For the fairest of land!

    Let piping swain and craven wight
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Our business is like men to fight
    And hero-like to die
    And hero-like to die

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    Let piping swain and craven wight
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Our business is like men to fight
    And hero-like to die
    And hero-like to die

    No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes
    When the sword-hilt's in our hand
    Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh
    For the fairest of land!

    Let piping swain and craven wight
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Thus weep and puling cry
    Our business is like men to fight
    And hero-like to die
    And hero-like to die

    Song details

    Composition: Richard Lederer and Michael Gregor

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