LakeMaryFLVol
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This day is called the feast of Jones:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Jones
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Jones of Knoxville
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Jones'day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Worley the king,
North and Hurd
Johnson and
Maggitt and the man they called Pig
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Jones shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his orange blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Tennessee now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us on the grounds of Norman upon Saint Jones' day. Go Vols!!!
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Jones
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Jones of Knoxville
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Jones'day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Worley the king,
North and Hurd
Johnson and
Maggitt and the man they called Pig
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Jones shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his orange blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Tennessee now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us on the grounds of Norman upon Saint Jones' day. Go Vols!!!