Then forthwith Charley Pleycynge raised
Aloft his Tate-made racket;
Sternly his partner buttoned up
His dark blue Christ Church jacket;
And the surging crowd pressed forward,
And the shout of “Drown them!” rose,
But the two stood calm and silent,
And gazed upon their foes.
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Was none who would be foremost