Night Fell Behind کے بول

Then mount! Then mount, brave gallants all And don your helms amain Death's couriers, Fame and Honor, call Calling to the field again No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes When the sword-hilt's in our hand Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh For the fairest of land! Let piping swain and craven wight Thus weep and puling cry Thus weep and puling cry Our business is like men to fight And hero-like to die And hero-like to die Let piping swain and craven wight Thus weep and puling cry Thus weep and puling cry Our business is like men to fight And hero-like to die And hero-like to die No shrewish tears shall fill our eyes When the sword-hilt's in our hand Heart-whole we'll part and no whit sigh For the fairest of land! Let piping swain and craven wight Thus weep and puling cry Thus weep and puling cry Our business is like men to fight And hero-like to die And hero-like to die