And England's far and honour's a name;
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! Play up! And play the game'!"
"Do you understand this, Little Yeogh Wough? You are not likely ever to be a soldier, but you have got to carry all this out in ordinary life, as much as in war."
"This is the word that, year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dares forget;
This they all, with a joyful mind,
Bear through life like a torch in flame;