BatterSeagull
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First 2 minutes 30 seconds of the most rousing speech ever (and the music is bloody good too)
YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.
with the following words:-
Now my fellow Seagulls
If we are marked to cheer, we are enough
To urge our team to a win, and if to win,
The more points, the greater share of honour.
Gus's will! I pray thee, wish not one point less.
Brother, proclaim it,Tony, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his smartcard shall be cancelled,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse,
We would not cheer in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to cheer with us.
This day is called the feast of Falmer.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand in the West Upper when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Falmer.
He that shall see this day, and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil, feast his neighbours
And say, 'Tomorrow is Saint Falmer's'.
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scarves
And say, 'These rosettes I had on Falmer Day'
Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot
But he'll remember with advantages
What things he did that day. Then shall our names
Familiar in their mouths as household words'
CMS, Nooney and Dick(er)
Painter and Bridcutt, Kazenga and Calde
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered
This story shall the good man teach his son
And Falmer, Falmer shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remeber'ed
We few, we happy few, we band of Seagulls
For he today that cheers and cheers with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in Brighton, now a'bed
Shall think themselves a'cursed that they were not here
And hold their manhoods(!!!) cheap whiles any speaks
That cheered with us upon SAINT FALMER'S DAY
YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.
with the following words:-
Now my fellow Seagulls
If we are marked to cheer, we are enough
To urge our team to a win, and if to win,
The more points, the greater share of honour.
Gus's will! I pray thee, wish not one point less.
Brother, proclaim it,Tony, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his smartcard shall be cancelled,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse,
We would not cheer in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to cheer with us.
This day is called the feast of Falmer.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand in the West Upper when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Falmer.
He that shall see this day, and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil, feast his neighbours
And say, 'Tomorrow is Saint Falmer's'.
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scarves
And say, 'These rosettes I had on Falmer Day'
Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot
But he'll remember with advantages
What things he did that day. Then shall our names
Familiar in their mouths as household words'
CMS, Nooney and Dick(er)
Painter and Bridcutt, Kazenga and Calde
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered
This story shall the good man teach his son
And Falmer, Falmer shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remeber'ed
We few, we happy few, we band of Seagulls
For he today that cheers and cheers with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in Brighton, now a'bed
Shall think themselves a'cursed that they were not here
And hold their manhoods(!!!) cheap whiles any speaks
That cheered with us upon SAINT FALMER'S DAY