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Hoogte: 37 meter NAP
Provincie:
Verenigd Koninkrijk > Essex
Cache soort: Traditionele Cache
Grootte: Micro
Status:
Kan gezocht worden
Geplaatst op: 27-02-2012
Gemaakt op: 27-02-2012
Gepubliceerd op: 27-02-2012
Laatste verandering: 27-02-2012 
1x Gevonden 
0x Niet gevonden 
0 Opmerkingen 
0 Volgers 
8 x Bekeken 
0 x Gewaardeerd 
Beoordeeld als: n/b
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Beschrijving
EN
There's a breathless hush in the
Close to-night
Ten to make and the match to win
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play, and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat.
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote:
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden
red
- Red with the wreck of a square that broke;
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed its banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks -
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind
- "Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
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