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ALL the men of the West are here

With gauntlet, pipeclay, horse, and spear ;
All the men of the East are come

With bugle, standard, fife, and drum.

Though each may bluster like a foe,

I do not think much blood will flow ;

But every man of the West, at least,

Will stare very hard at the men from the East.

You all remember father’s looks

When you have inked his pretty books ;

Such stares will pierce each scarlet breast,
And stab the hearts of the men from the West.