Halt! Shoulder arms! Recover
As you were!
Right wheel! Eyes left! Attention!
Stand at ease!

O Britain! O my country! Words like these
Have made thy name a terror and a fear
To all the nations. Witness Ebro's banks,
Assaÿe, Toulouse, Nivelle, and Waterloo,
Where the grim despot muttered—Sauve qui peut! And Ney fled darkling.—Silence in the ranks!

Inspired by these, amidst the iron crash
Of armies, in the centre of his troop
The soldier stands—unmovable, not rash—
Until the forces of the foeman droop;
Then knocks the Frenchman to eternal smash,
Pounding them into mummy. Shoulder, hoop!