This day is call'd the feast of chadz.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of chadz.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, "To-morrow is Saint chadz."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, "These wounds I had on chadz's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day.
Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Casimir the dashing, Tommy, and Alpha, Parre and Suspektum, Blindguy and Bobby,
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son;
And chadz shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of Templars;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Samarra now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint chadz's day."
The day will come Harpag when the forces of Armagan charge out to slay you and your fiendish army
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