1:12:01
Hmph.
1:12:02
That island of England
breeds very valiant creatures.
1:12:14
Now is it time to arm.
1:12:17
Come, shall we about it?
1:12:19
It is now 2:00.
1:12:21
But let me see, by 10:00, we shall
have each a hundred Englishmen.
1:12:31
The poor, condemned English,
1:12:34
like sacrifices,
1:12:37
by their watchful fires
sit patiently...
1:12:40
and inly ruminate
the morning's danger.
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[Chorus]
And their gesture sad,
1:12:57
investing lank, lean cheeks
and war-worn coats,
1:13:02
presenteth them
unto the gazing moon...
1:13:06
so many horrid ghosts.
1:13:09
## [Flute]
1:13:12
Ahh.
1:13:29
[Laughing]
1:13:42
Oh, now,
1:13:45
who will behold the royal
captain of this ruined band,
1:13:50
walking from watch to watch,
from tent to tent?
1:13:54
Let him cry,
"Praise and glory on his head,"
1:13:59
For forth he goes
and visits all his host.