An army's voice! We have an army yet, Tho' all men else their warlike dreams forget, Confused by arty snobs and high-brow Powers; Thank Him who isled us here, and roughly set His Briton in blown froth and storming showers. They've got a voice, with which to pay the debt Of boundless hate and ignorance and regret To those great nags they have preferred to ours — Preferred to ours, O God, by brute control! O soldiers, guard us, guard the pride, the soul Of England, keep our equine honour whole By saving one true steed of freedom, known To cheer the people and our aged throne — This gallant horseflesh out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our tasteless kings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |