In saint Crispin day the hounds of war make hounds bigs like Goma's
These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
forget; yet all shall be forgot,
remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that
Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as
Harry the King, Bedford and
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and
Be in their flowing cups freshly
This story shall the good man teach his
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my
brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle
And gentlemen in England
Shall think themselves accurs'd they
were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's
and they won and they lost....
e os próximos anos eleitoraes bão ser todos assis ou assad....
é o fado do fadistão mal fodido.....but we remember the days of the zulu dawn .......