He which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And UA money put into his purse;
We would not win with that man's company
That fears his fellowship to play with us.
This day is call'd the 'Feast of Motown'.
He that outlived that day, and staggered safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse to his feet at the name of 'Motown Mo'.
He that has seen this day, and lived to old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast with his team mates,
And say "To-morrow is Mo em down Motown day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Motowns field."
Old men forget; yet all shall never be forgot,
But we'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth,
'Gammons the King', 'Harrington the motorgrader' and 'Butter',
'Warren Brothers' and 'C.J.', and then came 'Orange Crush' and the Wilsons—
Be in their flowing cups always freshly rememb'red
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he that shed his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
That duty shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not there,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any of us speaks
That fought with us upon 'Motowns Field'.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And 'Mo em down Motown Day' shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And UA money put into his purse;
We would not win with that man's company
That fears his fellowship to play with us.
This day is call'd the 'Feast of Motown'.
He that outlived that day, and staggered safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse to his feet at the name of 'Motown Mo'.
He that has seen this day, and lived to old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast with his team mates,
And say "To-morrow is Mo em down Motown day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Motowns field."
Old men forget; yet all shall never be forgot,
But we'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth,
'Gammons the King', 'Harrington the motorgrader' and 'Butter',
'Warren Brothers' and 'C.J.', and then came 'Orange Crush' and the Wilsons—
Be in their flowing cups always freshly rememb'red
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he that shed his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
That duty shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not there,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any of us speaks
That fought with us upon 'Motowns Field'.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And 'Mo em down Motown Day' shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
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