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<h1>SONGS OF ACTION</h1>
<h2>BY A. CONAN DOYLE</h2>
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<h2><SPAN name="page1"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE SONG OF THE BOW</h2>
<p class="poetry">What of the bow?<br/>
The bow was made in England:<br/>
Of true wood, of yew-wood,<br/>
The wood of English bows;<br/>
So men who are free<br/>
Love the old yew-tree<br/>
And the land where the yew-tree grows.</p>
<p class="poetry">What of the cord?<br/>
The cord was made in England:<br/>
A rough cord, a tough cord,<br/>
A cord that bowmen love;<br/>
<SPAN name="page2"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>And so we will sing<br/>
Of the hempen string<br/>
And the land where the cord was wove.</p>
<p class="poetry">What of the shaft?<br/>
The shaft was cut in England:<br/>
A long shaft, a strong shaft,<br/>
Barbed and trim and true;<br/>
So we’ll drink all
together<br/>
To the grey goose-feather<br/>
And the land where the grey goose flew.</p>
<p class="poetry">What of the mark?<br/>
Ah, seek it not in England,<br/>
A bold mark, our old mark<br/>
Is waiting over-sea.<br/>
When the strings harp in
chorus,<br/>
And the lion flag is o’er
us,<br/>
It is there that our mark will be.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page3"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
3</span>What of the men?<br/>
The men were bred in England:<br/>
The bowmen—the yeomen,<br/>
The lads of dale and fell.<br/>
Here’s to you—and to
you!<br/>
To the hearts that are true<br/>
And the land where the true hearts dwell.</p>
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