Old people forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
The Chief, JCA and MDS,
Welch and Spider, Gettysburg and Houston and all hearty men and women.
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good person teach their sons and daughters;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers and sisters;
For they to-day that shed their blood with me
Shall be my brother and sister; be they ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle their condition;
And ladies and gentlemen in DC now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their souls cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
