Gerald Massey (Джеральд Масси)

Now or Never

AIR—"Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled."

Now or never is the hour,
We must curb war's scourging
    pow'r,
Or the gory pest will low'r 
        O'er our land again!
Now or never we must stand,
True as ever Spartan band,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand—
        Brothers, we are men!

Shall we make a feud for years,
Steep our land in blood and tears,
Since a murderous despot fears
        The great people's will?
War, tho' garb'd in tinsel form,
Howe'er patriotism warms,
Is murder, set to music's charms!
        Murder! murder! still.

Heed not what the tyrant saith—
Poison lurks in his rank breath;
He who loves the game of death
        Is our enemy.
He would battle to enslave
Hearts the bravest of the brave,
And sing poeans o'er the grave
        Of sweet Liberty!

Shall we fight for those who grind,
Crush, and torture human-kind!
Shall we fling the world behind,
        Many a year hard won?
We have fought that they might feast—
They th' oppressors, we th' oppress'd—
But our dearest blood and best
        Must no longer run!

We have rush'd to slaughter long,
At the bidding of the strong;
Now we'll wrestle with the wrong—
        Horrid war must cease!
Now or never, we must stand
Heart in heart, and hand in hand;
And our cry shall fill the land—
        Peace! for ever peace!

T. MASSEY, a Peasant

1. Yet We Are Brothers Still
2. I Love England
3. Spring Is Coming
4. Stanzas to Amy
5. Ode to a Very Lovely Little Child

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