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Where-fore the curse upon us, lies
Of warriors, all unready found -
Of braggarts, blinded to despise
Their foe, beyond the trumpets sound.

Humble we call upon "Thy Name"
Ere sounds once more
the grim assault
We do confess O Lord, with shame
Our fault, our very grievous fault.

Give back our fathers stern disdain
Of idle brag, and empty boast
So shall we stand erect again
And face unmoved the hostile host.

H.H.Y