The Blue and the Gold

by Wenceslas Farrier

Listen to a recording by Gareth, to indicate how the song is intended to be sung. This is OOC, since Wenceslas was mute:

For Ivory

Sergeant, oh Sergeant, there’s a tide on the rise,
It’s coming so fast, and as dark as the night.
I’m loyal and true, and I’ll stand to the last,
but Sergeant, oh Sergeant, they’re coming so fast.

So sound the trumpets, and beat the drums,
the shieldwall is forming, the enemy comes.
Against all foes we’ll stand and we’ll hold,
‘neath Cuthbert’s proud banner, the blue and the gold.

Captain, oh Captain, the alarm it does sound,
our enemy’s upon us, they’re all around.
Many years have we served, and lived through each fight,
but Captain, oh Captain, our end’s come tonight.

So sound the trumpets and beat the drums,
the shieldwall is forming, the enemy comes,
Against all foes, we’ll stand and we’ll hold,
‘neath Cuthbert’s proud banner, the blue and the gold.

Your Grace, oh your Grace, now we’ve failed you I fear,
we’ve tried to hold them, but the end it is clear.
We’ve lived for Your Grace, oblivion we face,
but Your Grace, oh your Grace, we die for Your Grace.

So sound the trumpets and beat the drums,
the shieldwall is forming, the enemy comes.
Against all foes, we’ll stand and we’ll hold,
‘neath Cuthbert’s proud banner, the blue and the gold.

Cuthbert, oh Cuthbert, please open your eyes.
Your men are dying, are you deaf to their cries?
They’ve worshipped you, given honour to your name,
But Cuthbert, oh Cuthbert, can’t you feel their pain?

They sound the trumpets and beat the drums,
the shieldwall is forming, the enemy comes.
Against all foes they’ll stand and they’ll hold,
Beneath your proud banner, the blue and the gold.

Children, oh children, I’ll always be near,
and ‘though you go to your rest, you need never fear.
The banner you honour will fly once again,
Oh children, dear children, my Prince Bishop’s Men.

So sound the trumpets and beat the drums,
the shieldwall is forming, the enemy comes.
Against all foes, we’ll stand and we’ll hold,
‘neath Cuthbert’s proud banner, the blue and the gold.

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